Happy Place

My room is my happy place. It is a chaotic tornado of everything that has ever made me happy. I have spent years filling my home with love, and happiness, but my room is my safe space. The pictures I drew, what seems like forever ago, collected on the walls. Photographs of my children, and my own minor accomplishments ( and failures) hung sporadically around the room.

Miss Piggy, and Kermit the frog sit on my head board, forever in love, just like we always wanted to be. Hot Wheels cars lining the window, because yes I am 12, and yes, they still make me happy 17 years later.

Geoffrey, the skeleton that helped me pass anatomy and physiology hangs in a corner of the room, right next to the closet that I hung a giant zombie tapestry over. My land lord is a dick, and I still can't get doors on my closet. My comic book collection sits on my husbands side of the bed. I'm running out of space, and I need to get more boxes. but the stories always get better, and wednesday's are always new comic book days.

My computer sits in there, and my playstation, my switch, and my N64. No one will play nintendo 64 with me anymore, they say it looks too old, but sometimes my brother will still stop by and play bomberman with me. I never get tired of that game.

My favorite books line the shelves on my bed. Neverwhere, The jungle, Poems to Read to the Very Young. I love them so.

This is my happy place.