My favourite room

My favourite room in the house is my own bedroom. Although I spend there only a few hours a day It’s the most beloved place for me to be. The atmosphere existing there really helps me to concentrate. My bedroom is a place where I’m not disturbed while learning or playing the guitar. I’m able to do what I please and the other members of my family don’t stand on my way. It’s a great place for me to relax after a hard, laud day at school.

My room isn’t very big but It’s just ok for me. There is a middle-sized white window opposite the door and a wooden desk in the corner. A thing which is seen momentarily is a color of the walls. They’re dark blue. This color is seemed to be gloomy but I don’t think so. It makes my room rather alive and mysterious. There are two flowers on the windowsill but I’m afraid there are fading because I never remember to water them. On the other end of the room is a board with plan of my lessons, postcards and photos taken on holidays. They bring back some of my memories. There is also a big wooden bookcase near the bed.

I think that rooms reflect their owners self and I suppose that my room reflects myself too.