Write Club Prompt #30

A Room With a View

This is the third time I have started this prompt. Trying to describe my favorite room is proving harder than I thought. Or maybe I’m just having a bad day. Really my favorite room, the place I would go back to right now if I could, is my childhood bedroom. Sitting at my desk I could look out across the street and just stare at the world going by. This was before the internet. My desk had it’s own secrets. Little things that contained meaning only for me. Most of which I probably don’t remember but it was all mine.

Thinking about it I can still recall the smell. Cheap wood particle board. Not something I would buy today. So why does it hold such a strong memory for me? I think because growing up in a small apartment with two siblings it was the first and only private place I had. That little desk was mine and mine alone. No one else used it. All the stuff was mine. Now I own a whole apartment. However, I am still missing that special sense of a place that is only mine.

Tonight I will look around and try to find a way to bring that sense back.