Opaque curtains shield me from the world, providing me a sanctuary of peace and comfort.
The pillow covers complain about the tear stains I leave on them.
The snug blanket is my friend, it keeps me warm in my cocoon.
Precious, worn dolls sat at the corner of my room with its glassy, hollow eyes staring back at me.
Books were bound to cascade from their shelves as I run my fingers across the smooth bindings of new and old books.
Tucked away in the corner of my room, paintbrushes of all sizes and various shades of colored pencils littered a small table.
The once brand new, shiny chestnut violin that produced beautiful music was now tuneless and battered, collecting dust.
A pastel poster that reads, She Believed She Could, So She Did, stood out
The pillow covers complain about the tear stains I leave on them.
The snug blanket is my friend, it keeps me warm in my cocoon.
Precious, worn dolls sat at the corner of my room with its glassy, hollow eyes staring back at me.
Books were bound to cascade from their shelves as I run my fingers across the smooth bindings of new and old books.
Tucked away in the corner of my room, paintbrushes of all sizes and various shades of colored pencils littered a small table.
The once brand new, shiny chestnut violin that produced beautiful music was now tuneless and battered, collecting dust.
A pastel poster that reads, She Believed She Could, So She Did, stood out