The place I call home

Glow in the dark stars 
carefuly placed
by careless hands
My hands 
on the ceiling 
Above my bed, 
the door frame
painted rainbow
with extra acrylics 
and the minisclue cavern in the closet 
lit only with tiny little fairy lights
and cushioned with a few stuffies from my childhood 
where I can be anything I chose
and draw whatever I feel 
right onto the wall 
the white board that still claims its last month 
and the bookshelf crammed with bookmarked pages 
and half used notebooks
old seltzer cans overflowing with unsharpened pencils 
And inkless pens 
the colection of empty cups on the night stand 
The alarm clock, that's off by three minutes 
and the backpack carelessly thrown onto the unmade bed
welcome 
my friend
to the wondrous 
world
that is my bedroom. 
My home 
both in body 
and spirt. 
the place I reside.