My Bedroom

She climbed the dark staircase and through a door to a room full of memories. With a box in one hand and a head full of emotion, she surveyed the room wondering where to begin. On one wall there was a poster of her favorite band and a picture of her dream car. There was a memory board covered in pictures with friends, movie tickets, and a first place ribbon for her cake shaped like a haunted house. Her desk revealed the heart of a hard worker. The computer hummed as she put her favorite purple 60’s lamp in the box. There were candles on her desk; she loved lighting them after she had cleaned her room, making her room feel warm and cozy like apple pie. She unplugged her stereo from the wall, remembering all the times when she would turn the music up loud after a long day at school or when her friends would come over for sleepovers and they would dance for hours. She continued to fill up her box with her stuff sighing as she went. Her pictures, pillows, CD’s, books, magazines, calendars, movies all got packed up in a box. She started taking her clothes out of her closet and with each piece of clothing brought back a special time in her life. In the very back of her closet hung her first prom dress; she took it down and held it in front of herself , while dancing around the room reminiscing that special night, it smelled like perfume mixed with sweat from a long night of dancing. She went to her vanity and looked in the mirror, where she first learned to do her makeup. She dumped her makeup bag in the box and sat down in the floor in front of her TV. She ran her fingers through the maroon carpet as a tear rolled down her cheek. There in front of her was her TV that made her laugh, cry, and on occasion scared. She gathered herself and went to the one place that gave her the most comfort, her bed. Since she was little her bed, had protected her from the monster in the closet, relaxed her when she was heartbroken, and housed her favorite stuffed monkey. She lay down in her bed for the last time; looking around at everything. This room had been her own paradise; a place where she could get away from everything and everybody. She had spent years decorating it to fit her own style and now she was leaving. It wasn’t so much the things in the room; it was what happened in that room. Some of life’s major milestones took place there. She would never forget the summer before 8^th grade when she and her mom updated her room to look more teenagerish. They spent the summer painting the walls blue and buying new furniture. Now that she was leaving, it felt like she was packing up her childhood and would never be coming back. Even though she would always come back & visit her family and see that room it would never be the same. She walked to the doorway and took one last look back then turned off the light and closed the door on her childhood and walked down the stairs, out into the real world.

*I wrote this in my senior year of high school