The Cave

The Cave
by Chelsea Belanger

Every day when I get home from school, the first place I go is my bedroom.  After my sister moved out of the house, I took over her old room, which is directly across the hall from mine.  Before I moved all of my belongings from my old room, my dad and I spent a few days repainting the walls.  I chose black and purple.  The dark colors, which may make the room appear smaller, are soothing to me.  The black and purple contrast with the white blinds covering the window on the back wall, and also with the white carpet.

However, the white carpet is hardly ever seen—or vacuumed—due to the fact that it is most often covered with clothes.  Even though I spend so much time in my room, I rarely muster up the energy to clean it.  In fact, the untidiness of the room earned it the nickname “The Cave.”  The remainder of my clothing—the clothing not bunched up on the floor—is found in the drawers of two dressers, which are located next to the door.  Since I am often in a hurry in the morning, I usually just rip a shirt out the drawer, leaving the drawer with hanging open with other shirts dangling out of it.  Sometimes, when I get home, I’ll tidy up the drawer enough so it will close.  Other times, it will just hang open with clothes still pouring out onto the floor.

The mess is deceiving though.  The room is not a total pigsty; at least it doesn’t smell as bad as it looks.  On top of the dressers are numerous bottles of perfumes and Bath and Body Works brand room sprays.  The overall smell—though I am quite used to it and hardly notice it anymore—happens to be the Twilight Woods scented Bath and Body Works spray.

I also have many of my shirts hanging up in the closet across my room from the dressers.  The rod is bowed in the middle because of the weight of my clothing.  Sometimes, I feel too lazy to hang up all of my freshly washed shirts, so they end up living on my bed in somewhat neat piles—I keep them on the right side, since I usually sleep on the left side of the bed.

My bed stands tucked away in the little nook between my closet and the back wall of my room.  The purple sheets and the bright, multicolored bedspread match the walls perfectly.  When I first come into my room, I immediately make my way toward my bed.  It makes a great place to do my homework after school; I can relax while I focus on getting my work done.  Sleeping at night is so easy for me ever since the walls were repainted—the darkness feels cozy and relaxing to me—and ever since I got a new mattress.  It compares to sleeping on a cloud.  Every morning after my alarm goes off, it is very difficult to force myself to leave the warmth and comfort my bed provides.  But I know I will come back to it later, since I lie in bed every night and watch LA Ink, or Ghost Hunters, on my 32 inch TV that sits on a stand directly across the room.  Both the TV and the stand are covered with layers of dust; on the rare occasion that I do straighten up the room, I always forget to dust and vacuum.

In spite of the seemingly perpetual mess, my room is my comfort zone.  I love the comfortable feeling I get from the dark colors of the walls, and way the bright colors of my bedspread express my personality.  It’s the one room of the house that I can call my own space.  My bedroom—my Cave—is my favorite place to be.

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