My Room

I love my bed. My bed is an essential part of my life. I read, eat, work on my bed. I can't deny that i don't jump on my bed in excitement, nor can i deny that i punch my pillow in anger. All the same it's a handy bed to have.

I have a lamp besides my bed, that way i don't have to get out of bed to turn the light off. If there's a blackout, i have a little battery pop-up bookmark light that i can use sitting on the shelf next to my bed.

I have a plant on the window sill. It's droopy and dry. I think it reflects my life sometimes. My rebellious nature. It's not that i meant to ignore it, it's just...i don't haven't had time to water it. I'll water it tomorrow. It seems metaphorical, how my life can relate to that plant.

Next to my mirror i've stuck verses, sayings and my thoughts. They say it helps to memorise them. That doesn't work for me. I don't like looking in the mirror. That's tough for me to do... perhaps because i have to look into the real me then, not just the mask i hide behind.

But i love my view outside my window. I can see the lights of tamworth. Tamworth is actually called the City of light, it has that name because it was the first city to have a special type of electric light in the southern hemisphere. We also have a cross on the hill, and it shines so well. But so much of the name has been taken by psychics and the such. A shame. My view reminds me of my dream...to light up Tamworth. Something i plan to be doing next year.