My room is my sanctuary; it is a place where I feel most comfortable and at home. I sleep on a multi colored bed with parallel lines alternating from red, blue, and white. It is my shelter and protection from all evil in the world. The memory foam mattress swallows you up like a feathery white cloud. The extremely fuzzy dark blue carpet stretches from wall to wall warming the room to a pleasant temperature. This carpet reminds me of a deep ocean where you could get lost if you jump inside. The thick fluffy strings of the carpet are like millions of worms coming out of the ground on a rainy morning.

My black and white cat rolls around on the carpet as natural light beams through the multiple windows displaying a satisfying dusk gradient. The windows let out an occasional cool breeze that sweeps through the room causing my cat to twitch. As the breeze lets up, the lifted up blinds smash back down. My dark wood desk remains empty as I rarely sit there. The leather spiral desk chair spins from the gusts of wind that continue to occur. The deep creases in the leather chair remind me of how long I have had that chair. However, there would be no point in getting a new chair as I would never use that one either. The sunset gradient starts to fade away to nothing.

There is a T.V. in the corner that I never use either but suits the room nicely. The dusk light darkens the room slowly, which transitions the red wallpaper into dark depressed blood. I glance at my bedroom side table where I see my turquoise and red fish swimming around in his constricted bowl. I forgot to feed him yesterday, so I drop double the pellets inside. I observe the shrimp pellets dropping to the bottom of the bowl as they silently hit the black and brown gravel at the bottom. I try to remember the last time I cleaned my room, as I gather some clothes off the majestic carpet. It is Sunday night, I begin to get scared about the homework I must have forgot to do. Then I remember a weekly writing due at midnight, which is in a few hours. I accept the zero out of four because I am way too lazy to do anything.

I hear the front door thrust open and slam close, which temporarily shakes my room like an earthquake. It must be my brother coming home from college. I want to continue to procrastinate instead of doing my homework, so I start to heat my shower to a comfortable temperature. I throw the hundreds of pillows off my bed to prepare myself for a pleasant slumber. The pillows vary in color and shape. I gently toss my cat off my bed to leave more space for myself. I glance over to the small tan couch in the corner of the room that my cat repositions there. The small tan microfibers of the couch absorbs the loose hair of the cat. The windows are now dark which turns the room into a fish bowl from the outside. I proceed to gently close the blinds as I remind myself of the scariest horror movies. I hear the shower water turn off then catch my brother claiming I am “wasting the warm water.” I don’t answer him, as I am annoyed with the situation. I must be the last one on Earth because I can hear my own brain thinking, as time seems to halt.