I think or rather I know that its pathetic & sad but my room is my world. The majority of my world because even if I spend anything between 9-11 hours at the office, there is no way that I can consider it to be my world. Not this job anyway and certainly not this company. But my room is my world. It’s where I retreat to every evening and every day that I am not working.
It’s a small room. Very small. I have a queen sized bed, a chair & a small computer table (with a computer ofcourse), a steel cupboard & a built in cupboard, a small stool on which a tv, that I never use, rests, a clothes stand and a carton of some old stuff parked in one corner. That’s it! There is nothing else in here. Oh me ofcourse! That’s a given.
My bed, pushed against a wall, is kinda hard and I have an extra mattress propped against the wall & the bed, kept there in case a cousin who needs to sleep over comes along. My bed usually has some cds, dvds & books lying on one side, the side next to the wall, on it. This is because I am a bachelor and I do not need the extra space, as big as I am.
My room is where I escape to at the end of my work day. The place where I spend the majority of my free time. I read and write here. I surf the net, visit other people’s blogs, I dream that I had a better life – one in which I am not so lonely that I have to escape to my room. I dream & come up with various science fiction plots here. I call my friends from here. I think of days gone by and think what will be here. This is where I listen to my songs ans sing along with them and play the world’s best Air Guitar in. This is my world.
And to quote Bon Jovi, this is where “I dream about movies they won’t make of me when I’m dead”!