silentdescant | Discriptive Essay (Reply)

Discriptive Essay about my bedroom written for a writing class. I thought I'd share it....

My Room....

The rooms of my house sometimes overflow with noise, activity, and distractions. Most of my favorite pastimes are more enjoyable in a clean, smooth environment. Creative thoughts come easily and constantly when my surroundings do not intrude. Few places with this atmosphere are readily available to me, and though I do most of my structured work at a desk in the office, all aspects of my bedroom combine to provide me with a private, creative sanctuary.

My room, with its mottled, sea-foam green walls and white dragonfly curtains that flap gently around the open window, is a place of peace and solitude. The large window faces north, letting in subdued, diffused light instead of direct, harsh sunlight. The light bounces through the row of glass decorative bottles on the windowsill, and when I open and close the window, they clink and tinkle against each other. A similar sound occurs when a strong wind rattles the glazed ceramic mobile hanging from the ceiling. Only a few posters adorn the walls; a black and white of Buzz Aldrin on the moon, and another of an abstract sunflower from the National Art Museum. Both are clean and direct, offering inspiration and motivation. The wood of my floor-to-ceiling, overstuffed bookshelf is a light birch and compliments the pale greens of the rest of the room. Green is the color of revitalization and focus, and when I sit in my room, I can feel myself begin to relax.

The softness and colors of the many fabrics around my bed and window provide comfort and the coolness of metallic silver shelving provokes a feeling of uncluttered relief after a long day. Gently repeating patterns found throughout my room are easy on the eyes and they create a stillness that I very much appreciate. The designs on my blankets and walls blend together and evoke more interest than a stark, solid wall without overpowering the room. My four-poster bed frame is whimsical and curves in a pattern of spirals along the headboard. A white mosquito net draped over the metal frame contains my feelings and keeps out unwelcome thoughts. My room is a place of quiet meditation and soothing, ambient music.

The greens and gentle movements create a clean, controlled version of a natural, live environment without the unwanted complications of true nature. I make an effort to keep my room organized, and although my clothes are usually restrained inside my closet, the books from my bookshelf seem to sneak around the room, gathering in stacks and piles of “unread” and “reread” and “would-very-much-like-to-read-again.” Much like the books, my CDs also escape my alphabetical ordering system to rearrange into one of their own making. Eyes and ears of various stuffed animals and the astronaut on the wall watch over me as I dream, asleep in the solitude of my room.