Hi! I’m Sarah. I’d like to invite you into my happy place, but ask that you don’t touch anything. This is my cocoon. Part of the reason this space is special is that it’s private. My blankets might be cheap, but they are soft. Tucked away, shielded from people and light, I can think. No, no, you can’t see the floor. Don’t even try. If you’re patient I will show you everything. I promise I know where it all is!
Up on your right you see pictures and posters. To your left there’s a beat-up banner, and directly in front of you, a long string of rainbow hearts. Every morning when I wake up I am pulled out of my tired head by stern, staring eyes, and the bold knowledge that Big Brother is watching me. I’m encouraged to do something worth seeing. Something that will get on his nerves. Is this how all people think of their gods? I’m not sure.
The window never opens. I’m scared of uninvited people and bugs. Just below it, however, is a bookshelf stacked full of books I open regularly. Some of them just stay open. They spill out and stack up on the floor as well, right near my sketch books and cheerleading gear.
As you leave, be careful not to trip over my bag of socks! Make sure to take a last glance at one of my favorite possessions: the sign on my door asking you to WATCH YOUR STEP.