My room

My room Welcoming sun every morning has been difficult. It's disheartening to say that I hate every morning . What I can see every day is just four sides of wall. Leaving me the entire day, with nothing to do. I try to do something out of nothing . But ends up checking messages or watching some random movies. I began to spend the entire day in my room. I started talking to my bed, to my walls, to the mirror, to everything around me. Now that she knows all my secrets, she is my best friend. I wish if they could at least nod to what I say. The comfort she gives me can't be replaced by any other room. She calls me every five minutes to have a glance or to give her a company . I started enjoying every moment with her. Sometimes I fall asleep admiring the beauty of my room . She never complains when I m naked or when I do something crazy. Beside all the odds she is a big mess . She never cleans herself , I have to do everything for me. I solemnly promised her that I would help her cleaning once in a month. But I hate her when she gets disorder the very next day. I wish you were clean and ordered always. Despite everything I love you so much.