I Fell in Love with a Sweet Sensation: The Room Where I Write

So I've been taking this online writing class through SMC and it's been lots of fun. The exercise for Lesson 2 was on description and detail and we had to write about the rooms we write in, so here's what i wrote.

The Room Where I write

Yuck, it’s my bedroom. Not the best place to write in, you know, to create AND sleep in. It’s almost a juxtaposition. I have pink everything in this room. It just screams girly, but it’s also really hip too I think. I like to think that I’m the same, girly and hip and sometimes when I show my room to people I hope deep down inside that they think it‘s the most hip room they‘ve ever seen, at least hip done on a budget. I’ve strung up clear Christmas lights from my ceiling and hung up cute Chinese paper laterns along side it. Even though they are laterns they don’t have lights inside them but since they are strung up with the Christmas lights I think it makes up for it. My boyfriend is afraid they’ll catch on fire if my Christmas lights get too hot, but I laugh when he says that because they are lanterns, aren’t they suppose to have a hot light near them? I hope so.

Hanging from my curtain rod is the pink rose Jared gave me for Valentine’s day last week. I realized that I like pink roses much better because when they dry they remain pink unlike red roses that go black when they dry. For red roses to go black it’s like symbolizing love dying, but if they remain pink it’s like they continue on declaring love. My room is a mess and always has been. There’s diet soda cans every where and clothes, clean and not clean on the floor. My closet spills out clothes, almost like a bay trying to hold back a tsunami. I have too many purses. All of them which I like. Purses are like good friends, they go with everything even if you can’t fit into your jeans. I’m very proud of my room. I think it truly explains who I am, someone who has amazing potential but is still a mess.