Here's a picture of my bedroom when I was in high school.
I had my own little suite on the second floor.
That doorway you see?
It led to an outdoor staircase leading down to the backyard...
an escape route I might have used once or twice.
Not a very exciting picture, I know. I have the cute, girly bedspread I picked out when I was 14.
The black stereo I could jam out to during the day
and then play soothing piano music at night.
You can see the corner of my camp trunk.
The bookcase.
The poster of a guy being blown back by his stereo...boring.
The fan, I loved. I love the noise and the cool air.
My room had a separate air unit, and I turned it way down at night.
I've always loved being cold at night.
So I can snuggle under my covers.
Alone.
This bed is now in my 11 year old son's room.
With a different comforter of course.
I still have the stereo.
and now I share my bed
with my Texas Homeboy, two boys and a dog.
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