Everything is the
same.
No matter if you change the position
of the furniture it's the same,
nothing ever changes
it's like a rubix cube of endless combinations.

My room,
people may think that it’s a cell like a prison or jail.
But, in my eyes it’s my own dimension.
The place where I can think and nobody will judge me.
It's a place where I know I can be myself and not worry about people and my                   problems.

My walls are covered with blue paint.
Leaving the sky of the day into my room at night.
There is my bed that keeps me comfort for when I am tired.
As I go to sleep my head keeps me going with warm, comfy, and sometimes scary thoughts.

During the night my dreams awaken me and sometimes I fall onto the soft carpet on my floor.
So then I turn on my tv to help me fall back asleep.
I prefer watching Spongebob, as it reminds me of when I was young.
However, my closet grows darker and darker as I keep staring into the wide open dark.
Which only makes me want to fall asleep more.
But, it takes a while,
then I doze off and finally go back to sleep.

As for the next couple hours I sleep peacefully with the amazing feeling of my blue fan next to my face.
My fan calms me down,
swiftly blowing air,
sending chills through my spine.
Time seems to be endless when I’m in my room.
There is no clock to tell me when I need to go.
There is no limit to what I can think or dream about in my room.