My New Room

The new room is small, but not cozy. The new room is tidy, but not settled. The new room is Fresh but forgetful. The new room is the pill I need to start a new phase of my life.

Days ago I dreamt that I lost my teeth without realizing. In the dream, I look at the mirror and suddenly I realize that I have no teeth now. I have no teeth. The interpretation would be, I feel old. Suddenly, I realize that I had been alive for more than 19 years. I have no idea where they went or what I spent those years on.

The room has a bed, a closet, a mirror, a desk and two windows. There's also a bamboo chair.
The bed is small and comfortable. On it, two pillows lay. They are hard, just as I like them. The bed is small. The room is mine, alone.
The closet is a wooden one. There are things in the closet, now. My things are in the closet. Things that belong to me are in the closet. The closet looks like a classic 80's closet. I love it, and it seems to like me back.
The mirror is oval-shaped like the frames that have sepia pictures in them. It is familiar. It is the only familiar thing in the room, other than myself. This mirror is different. This mirror is dreamy.
The desk is the only stranger. It's a very modern-style, I hate the colors of it. I sit on it because i have to. The things in the room are all in harmony, and the desk is the outsider. Sometimes, I feel sorry for the desk.
The windows are looking on the street, and on the balacony of the house. The windows are big, glass windows. The let in the sun, and that's why I like them. One window is the other window's company. Their company makes the room warmer, or maybe it's the fact they let the sun light in.
The bamboo chair is my new friend. It is elaborate. I like elaborate people and things. The bamboo chair is comfortable, it is the only thing that hugs me in the room. The bamboo chair's hug is warm, it reminds me of Sarah's hug.

My new room is new. My new room is small. My new room is tidy. My new room is a lot like the new me.