My Bedroom:
A chandelier swinging from the top of the roof,yes,that's in my bedroom.A laptop stuffed with secrets and chatting history,yes,that is in my bedroom.But a monkey?friends?No,those have never existed in my life,and never in my room.I often lie down on my bed,thinking to myself what would it be like to have friends,to have a monkey; but those are to fantasy-like to exist.Today,I proved my own theory wrong.I realized that if I worked hard enough,I could gain friends,and possibly,a monkey.And all those thoughts like those all existed because of my bedroom.Because of the bed I sleep in that allows all thoughts,that allows at fantasy to live,that encourages me on in my own life.Yeah,that's my bedroom.Cause my bedroom is my own friend. My Bedroom:
A chandelier swinging from the top of the roof,yes,that's in my bedroom.A laptop stuffed with secrets and chatting history,yes,that is in my bedroom.But a monkey?friends?No,those have never existed in my life,and never in my room.I often lie down on my bed,thinking to myself what would it be like to have friends,to have a monkey; but those are to fantasy-like to exist.Today,I proved my own theory wrong.I realized that if I worked hard enough,I could gain friends,and possibly,a monkey.And all those thoughts like those all existed because of my bedroom.Because of the bed I sleep in that allows all thoughts,that allows at fantasy to live,that encourages me on in my own life.Yeah,that's my bedroom.Cause my bedroom is my own friend.