Wednesday, March 20, 2019
Jason :: essays research papers
There is a place I like to go to watch apart from everyone and everything. My board a place that is mine alone and if my brink is closed, then those outside have to knock to be granted access. My room makes me feel comfortable because it contains all my things and with these things around me, I feel safe. trine dressers line the wall opposite my put out. Two have shelf units in a higher place them, with a full mirror hung on the wall of the middle one. future(a) to the left most one, there is a desk, usually cluttered, and a bookshelf on top that houses galore(postnominal) well-read books. There is a pink moldable dollhouse to the right of the doorway, next to my closet once an everyday plaything, it straight sits alone gathering dust in the corner. My closet is full of clothing, further also contains many pairs and sizes of shoes, old dolls shelved high above the floor, and a hardly a(prenominal) games (most are either downstairs or in my window seat). My pick out is against the wall to the bathroom. The bathroom that my sister and I share is between my bed and the closet. My bed is very comfortable and cushiony. It helps put me to sleep at darkness because of the security I feel with it. A real security object, I suppose, would be the stuffed animal I received when I was born, a stuffed monkey around called Curious George. When I was little, I used to think that if I did non lay my feet flat on top of the bed, wolves would come and bite them dour because they could see them, so I usually had George protect me. Other stuffed animals in my room give me comfort still, even though I do non play with them as I once did, they provide many happy childhood memories. A caricature of me, that was drawn when I lived in California, is another thing I like to laugh at because it does not really look like the person I am today. coterminous to that is a picture I drew of my two old dogs, who passed away when we lived in Switzerland. It shows them sittin g on clouds with halos, looking down on us, smiling, as they always did. That picture is a real source of comfort to me because sometimes it feels as if they are watching over me.
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