Stuffed Animals In My Room example essay topic

There is a place I like to go to get away from everyone and everything. My room a place that is mine alone and if my door is closed, then those outside have to knock to be granted access. My room makes me feel comfortable because it contains all my things and with these things around me, I feel safe. Three dressers line the wall opposite my bed.

Two have shelf units above them, with a full mirror hung on the wall of the middle one. Next to the left most one, there is a desk, usually cluttered, and a bookshelf on top that houses many well-read books. There is a pink plastic dollhouse to the right of the doorway, next to my closet; once an everyday plaything, it now sits alone gathering dust in the corner. My closet is full of clothing, but also contains many pairs and sizes of shoes, old dolls shelved high above the floor, and a few games (most are either downstairs or in my window seat).

My bed is against the wall to the bathroom. The bathroom that my sister and I share is between my bed and the closet. My bed is very comfortable and cushiony. It helps put me to sleep at night because of the security I feel with it. A real "security" object, I suppose, would be the stuffed animal I received when I was born, a stuffed monkey called 'Curious George'. When I was little, I used to think that if I did not lay my feet flat on top of the bed, wolves would come and bite them off because they could see them, so I usually had "George" protect me.

Other stuffed animals in my room give me comfort still, even though I do not play with them as I once did, they provide many happy childhood memories. A caricature of me, that was drawn when I lived in California, is another thing I like to laugh at because it does not really look like the person I am today. Next to that is a picture I drew of my two old dogs, who passed away when we lived in Switzerland. It shows them sitting on clouds with halos, looking down on us, smiling, as they always did. That picture is a real source of comfort to me because sometimes it feels as if they are watching over me.

Usually there is a faint aroma of some type in my room, whether it is perfume, such as 'Cool Water', or something fruity from Bath & Body Works. Sometimes a cinnamon apple smell comes from my candles, when they are occasionally lit. More often than not, some type of music will be playing in my room. I like to sing with it or listen to it while doing homework because it helps put me at ease. These aspects of my room, that are detailed above, make it a place where I can relax because I know no one is watching me and I can be myself. Although my sister is a frequent violator of my room, walking in unannounced and borrowing things without asking, I still enjoy the sanctity of my room.