My room, my sleeping palace of glory
My room contains a book shelf crammed with books spilling out
My jewelry box  filled with random things that are overflowing  and tumbling  onto the ground
A small table scattered with books and pictures all jumbled around
An  unmade bed with peace signs  sheets and  a zebra comforter dropping down so close to the ground
A giant bowl chair covered with outfits for the week and a million miniature pillows
A beanbag cowering behind the bowl chair
A white,  tall fan blowing on my bed
A closet filled with clothes and tennis shoes
Brown, wooden, dresser completed with karate belts and karate trophies to show my pride
A room that I stay in when I am punished,  my cell
My room,  my sleeping palace of glory
My purple walls
The kingdom that will never share its secrets