An essay for English

I wanted to share with you my essay on my most favorite place...
Here you go..

Calm quiet soothing silence, with embracing warmth dancing around and swirling behind curtains. No one dare to disturb, disrupt or even displease this moment of bliss. To create with a colorful pallet of imaginary thoughts, in control of the whispers and smiles, the freedom to dare or to speak the truth...In a state where I can return to anytime of the day and still enjoy thoughtless adventures. Secured by feathers twined with cotton, it is easy to breathe and calm myself in a state of unconsciousness. Sky blue surrounds the midnight sky, in a room that has been claimed by a human being. Not just any room, but a bedroom, a place where I belong and feel most comforted, a place where I claim all that is mine and have the luxury of doing what I please. Becoming the place that I favor the most among all things.

12 x 12, a perfect square room, painted sky blue across the wall with slight decor of fairies and flowers. The perfect fantasy for any child growing up, still my favorite place to be as I still grow. Within this vast space is a small desk next to a perfect square window, facing South. Not just any desk of fundamental potential to help enhance the human brain, a unique wooden desk that is the nest for books, sketchbooks and paints. An artist's domain. This is a part of my room I go to when I'm feeling down, creative or just in the mood to express myself. Locked in my fairytale land with a blank slate in front of me, the pallet of colors come to life and I create my own illusions. My eyes become wild with joy as I paint and create art that comes to life in my brain. My room, still calm and quiet, with soothing music of Claude Debussy in the background now. A faint and subtle sound of Classical notes that dance along the walls of my own bedroom that allow my fantasy on paper build to life.

Once complete, I find myself engaged in front of a tall mirror that sits on top of my Princess designed dresser. There where I stand next to my closet door and next to the same window facing West, I find freedom of speech and the freedom of imagination. For hours on end I would be locked up in my room and I would sing and act. Letting go of my most wild imaginations, allowing the vivid images get the best of me. Disney songs of Sleeping Beauty and the Little Mermaid run through every fiber of my being as I want to one day be like them. Enjoying the sweet sound of my own voice singing through, softly echoing against the walls of my domain and I stare at the envying girl reflected back at me. A smile spreads across my face and the girl in the mirror does the same. Another simple pleasure I enjoy in this moment of thoughtless adventure.

But when the sun says goodnight, and the stars come out to play, I retire to the most thankful invention on Earth. Secured by feathers that have been twined with cotton, my body is able to relax, breathe easy and calms me into a state of unconsciousness. My mattress molding my body within its pillow top fabric, I can feel my body slowly shutting down. Yet, my mind is still frenzied while it wraps up the day in its own way. I let the days events play in my mind as my bed does its job of slowing things down. Soon, calming quiet soothing silence fills the room with the exception of a humming air conditioner and stand up fan, my lullaby. Buried in a sea of pillows and downy sheets, the smell of Snuggle is invigorating and inviting, becoming a pleasant sedative as I am sung to sleep. Calm quiet soothing silence, with embracing warmth dancing around and swirling behind curtains. No one dare to disturb, disrupt or even displease this moment of bliss in a room that holds all the illusions of my imaginations. A place that will never disappear and will always be here for me, a precious bedroom that will always bring me into an apparition in time.