Thursday, May 30, 2019

Jason :: essays research papers

There is a place I like to go to get away from everyone and everything. My room a place that is mine alone and if my door is closed, then those outside have to knock to be granted access. My room makes me discover comfortable because it contains all my things and with these things around me, I feel safe. Three dressers line the wall opposite my bed. Two have shelf units above them, with a full mirror hung on the wall of the middle one. conterminous to the left most one, there is a desk, usually cluttered, and a bookshelf on top that houses many a(prenominal) another(prenominal) well-read books. There is a pink plastic dolls house to the right of the doorway, next to my closet once an everyday plaything, it now sits alone gathering dust in the corner. My closet is full of clothing, but also contains many pairs and sizes of shoes, old dolls shelved high above the floor, and a few games (most are either downstairs or in my window seat). My bed is against the wall to the bathroom. T he bathroom that my sis and I share is between my bed and the closet. My bed is very comfortable and cushiony. It helps put me to sleep at night because of the security I feel with it. A real security object, I suppose, would be the stuffed animal I received when I was born, a stuffed monkey called Curious George. When I was little, I used to recall that if I did not lay my feet flat on top of the bed, wolves would come and bite them off because they could see them, so I usually had George protect me. other(a) stuffed animals in my room give me comfort still, even though I do not play with them as I once did, they provide many happy childhood memories. A caricature of me, that was drawn when I lived in California, is another thing I like to laugh at because it does not genuinely look like the person I am today. Next to that is a picture I drew of my two old dogs, who passed away when we lived in Switzerland. It shows them sit on clouds with halos, looking down on us, smiling, a s they always did. That picture is a real source of comfort to me because sometimes it feels as if they are notice over me.

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