Tanner Barnard
English 1180
Prof. Elizabeth Davis October 5th 2017
My Room, My Safe Place, My Sanctuary
There is no place like your room, it’s a place of complete safety. There is a loud creaking noise coming from the alarm clock, that sits on my bedside table next to my Pokémon cards, which as you walk away, is replaced by the two to four groaning base boards under my blue carpet. The noise of my busy family, reminds me I’m in a safe place to relax. The noise of the outside is still heard no matter what you do, always. All the sudden the crazy traffic, and blaring of horns, that gets quitter and louder throughout the day, destroying the mindset of the safe place that is within my room. A slight click of the light-switch, a tapping sound comes from the air conditioner, and another click from the balcony lights and glass door shutting behind me. The room is my safe place, place to relax, place to goof off and be myself
The different random patterns of soft smooth of the door metal on the handle, is coarse to the touch, but is a great sign of the safe place. The bed gives way as you sit and the softness is engulfing as you lay back relaxing. The different pieces of furniture and trophies around the room all have a strong, smooth feeling as if they were to slide right into the floor. But as if the …show more content…
covered in books and toys, that seem to pour and in some places, gush out and as they reach the floor the pools of objects, toys, books and more that have nowhere to go, living on the floor. They look pitiful as their swept away into piles and heaps making the floor there home, so that the floor can be cleaned. If you are brave enough to look under the bed, you will see piles of some unidentifiable objects, mountains of dust climbing up to the roof of wooden bars and a mattress with holes and stains all over, uncleaned for days but I wouldn’t want it any other
English 1180
Prof. Elizabeth Davis October 5th 2017
My Room, My Safe Place, My Sanctuary
There is no place like your room, it’s a place of complete safety. There is a loud creaking noise coming from the alarm clock, that sits on my bedside table next to my Pokémon cards, which as you walk away, is replaced by the two to four groaning base boards under my blue carpet. The noise of my busy family, reminds me I’m in a safe place to relax. The noise of the outside is still heard no matter what you do, always. All the sudden the crazy traffic, and blaring of horns, that gets quitter and louder throughout the day, destroying the mindset of the safe place that is within my room. A slight click of the light-switch, a tapping sound comes from the air conditioner, and another click from the balcony lights and glass door shutting behind me. The room is my safe place, place to relax, place to goof off and be myself
The different random patterns of soft smooth of the door metal on the handle, is coarse to the touch, but is a great sign of the safe place. The bed gives way as you sit and the softness is engulfing as you lay back relaxing. The different pieces of furniture and trophies around the room all have a strong, smooth feeling as if they were to slide right into the floor. But as if the …show more content…
covered in books and toys, that seem to pour and in some places, gush out and as they reach the floor the pools of objects, toys, books and more that have nowhere to go, living on the floor. They look pitiful as their swept away into piles and heaps making the floor there home, so that the floor can be cleaned. If you are brave enough to look under the bed, you will see piles of some unidentifiable objects, mountains of dust climbing up to the roof of wooden bars and a mattress with holes and stains all over, uncleaned for days but I wouldn’t want it any other