Outside, I hear the deafening white noise that is my vast family.  In my spaghetti strap tank top and soft flannel pajama pants, I quietly creep down the cold, white tiled hallway, down to the last door. I open it, step over the cherry wood paneled threshold, and close it silently and quickly, hoping to neither be seen nor heard. I turn around, and the sight of my beautiful refuge touches me like a kiss on each eye.  I am slowly wrapped in a scent of incense, candles, and Hot Topic perfume. The first thing is see is my bed, swathed in a multicolored, squishy comforter and covered in stuffed animals of all shapes and sizes. Next to my bed are two sleek bedside tables, one on each side. The wall right above my colorful bed features an immense window, four times larger than me, with a spectacular view of either trees and lake in the morning, or crisp white blinds at night. On the windowsill are multiple shells, rocks, gems and candles, along with incense and odd wax sculptures. I take a step further, and to my right is my memorial table, honoring family that has passed on with a candle, a rose, and their picture.  

I look to my left and see a three-foot tall, five-foot long glossy wooden dresser from the 1930s, a part of the same set as the memorial table. Atop this dresser are my substantial silver and black Samsung speakers, gently playing one of the 4300 songs on my Ipod, as well as jewelry, schoolwork, and paraphernalia strewn about. Next to this dresser is a five-and-a-half foot tall dresser in the corner, which has stuffed animals, a basketball trophy, and a drama trophy atop it. I glance at the wall next to it, in which is my white wooden closet, filled with random clothes, purses, and shoes. I take two more steps and suddenly remember what my favorite thing to do is: read. I sit on the right side of my bed and stare at my two jam-packed, 6-foot tall bookshelves, trying to pick out a book that I haven’t read twenty times yet, or one that fits the occasion. I leisurely pull out a thick fantasy book, curl up in my warm bed, and savor every page, dripping with adjectives and faerie creatures, into the late hours of the night.