The Greates Bed

Lately I’ve been thinking about my old room. Not my first college dorm full of awkward and uncomfortable moments, only to be tossed aside 6 months later. Nor have I been thinking of the familiar room that I’ve lived in since the third grade until my first semester of college. No, the room I’m thinking of is my old bed that sat in the hallway tucked against the closet. This is with out a doubt my favorite room. The hotels in foreign countries could not match the exotic flavor of my old desk/bunkbed. From what I remember of hotels the wonders and excitement they held stretched as far as I could see out the window. But the bed, the bed would become a ship cast away by the waves and at the mercy of the winds it would arrive in the most wonderful and amazing lands that the imagination could hold. My room itself was whatever connected to the feet of my bed. Kitchen, living room, and dining room were my room connected to the hall way connected to the bed. The outside with were my room connected to the porch, to the door, to the hall way, to the bed. Every tree was a castle waiting to be conquered, and over every hill and around every corner was a new land wanting to be discovered. At night when I was tired and it was time for bed, instead of using the ladder, I would climb around the back shelves that were used for storage space, and I felt the same way the climbers of Everest felt. The exhilarating rush of reaching the top and stretching out your fingers to touch the ceiling of the world, yes that was indeed the best bed/desk/room/world and I wouldn’t trade the experience for the most lavish bedroom in the world.