My room

by Emma   Nov 21, 2007


As i sit in the bed in which I claim belongs to me
I look around and realize everything else doesnt
I feel myself drifting back into the past longing to feel at ease with these memories
I hope that even for a second I can revive bits and pieces of these reminiscences
I want to sleep in my own bed that gives me the feeling of security and warmth at night
Beneath the sheets I hide and pretend that I am a little girl again lost in the jungle.
I wake up to my dad dragging me out of bed for a quick bit to eat before going out the door.
the last few minutes are spent negotiating curfew.
as I leave,I say goodbye, sometimes twice because I am forgetful of my things to bring with me.
hours seem like minutes as me and my friends drive around in search of a place to chill when finally it is 5 minutes till curfew
speeding home I barely make it to 12 pm,
2966
I enter these numbers without thinking as the garage door goes up
i go inside to find the house dark except for one light that was left on for me.
As i lock the door behind me, I turn off the light and yell up goodnight to my half awake parents.
I lurk back quietly to my room.
My room
things I take for granitite now that I am gone
I am now in a bed which I claim to be mine.
But somehow its different than being at home
in my room

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