Spectator Sport: The Bedroom

The noise outside makes me forcefully open my eye lid and sit up. Cold wind swiftly blow pass through every inch of my hair. Sound of the wind rustle with the leaves of the trees outside. The little sound of the birds chirping creates a natural music that wakes me up every morning. All the building scenario and trees on the balcony is a fantastic view. The view bugile me into the deep thoughts of memories. The wind passes through one window to another. But once you shut the entrance of the sound, everything will turn into silence. Even a pin dropping is loud as a thunderstorm. Once you move an inch, the noise will be created. In this personal room everything is calm and peaceful. It’s a place where you could express every moment of your life. You can enthusiastically do anything you want. You can shout as loud as you want, cry as hard as you want, and scream as feral as you want. The place where you feel safe and harmless is called bed room.

I got it here.

Colors are all mixed-up; with all pink, blue, red, and yellow furniture. Beds, wardrobes, drawers are all the things you see around. Books categorially arranged in the shelf. It might look ordinary and normal, but the memories here are different as heaven and hell. Gently pull the curtain of the window and welcome the light of the apprehensive new day. As I walk towards the balcony, the sparkle light comes from the water vapors which glitter as it reflects with the sunlight on the leaves of the plants. Morning view from the bedroom is the most gorgeous view ever.

Even though people will think I’m crazy. But I don’t find anywhere safe, peaceful, and enjoyable than my bedroom. Bedroom is the place I keep stuff, do anything and the best of all is the place where I can sleep comfortably. This may sound dubious but the feeling of sleeping is the best feeling ever. If you notice, sleeping on the table and school won’t make you sleep as deep as your bed.



I got it here.

 I look around before sleeping, all the darkness surrounding me. It whispers gradually at me to sleep. Someday it’s hard to close your eyes, but every day I try closing them tenderly. All the valuable and stupendous memories just flash back into my head, keeping me awake from this tenebrous room. Then for a while my eye lid starts to get heavier each second. And for the next moment, the room just went still and peaceful. Everything stops and went quiet. Everything just devours into the darkness and went inaudible for the night.