Place of Relaxation

Random Prompt of the Day: What relaxes you most? Write about a place where you have relaxed. Capture that place with your writing.

Well, I have to say music relaxes me most, as some of you may already have known. For some reason it just... connects with me. It just feels wonderful. Honestly, if I had to choose between sight and hearing, the sight would be the first thing to go. I'd just die if I couldn't listen to music anymore. That would just be... horrible. Besides, I'm practically blind in my left eye anyway.

As for a place where I've relaxed... Well, I could say my living room. That's where my grand piano is and, thusly, that's where I vent every day after going to school and suffering through a barrage of tests and lectures. Or I could say my room, which is where I listen to music. For the sake of picking the more interesting of the two, I'm just going to pick my room, da?

One of my favorite things to do when I want to relax is turn on my stereo loud enough to make the room shake and play whatever I feel like listening to. This changes on a daily basis, but you get the basic idea. Within Temptation one day, Tsukiko Amano the next and Breaking Benjamin the next... so on and so forth, you get the picture. It just gives me goosebumps to feel the floor shaking and hear nothing but the passion of harmonies in my ears. It feels like I'm drowning out the rest of the world, you know? And when I get home from school that's exactly what I feel like doing before I start getting ready for the next day of school.

But back to the point... I'm supposed to describe my room, huh? Well, I can start with the walls... they're pink. Not fushia pink or rose pink, but more of a very pale orange-pink color. My sister hates it and wants to paint over it when she steals my room (while I'm at college). I think it would be a horrible waste, because we took everything off the walls and even rolled up the rug in order to rag-roll the walls by hand. It took ages, and I remember being splattered in the smelly paint at the end, but overall the blotchy, firework like patterns blending together make for a most pleasing sight--not too bright and not too dull.

My bed is at the center of the room. I'll willingly admit, this is where I spend most of my time. Behind it is the window that looks down on the dog's kennel. My curtains and sheer and pink--I love them, but my sister hates them. See a reoccuring theme here? On nice days I knot the curtains and leave the window open to let in fresh air without having to worry about the neighbors seeing anything. All you can see of their house from my window is the peeling yellow siding and part of the roof.

On one side of the bed sits my dresser, which I decorate mostly with unused school supplies. I have a lot of highlighters, pens, pencils and sharpies that I keep stashed in here. My mom hates it; she thinks I'm the messiest kid ever. She hasn't seen messy before, let me tell you. Compared to some people I know, my room is downright clean. So occasionally I'll leave some clothes on the floor, but you can always walk.

Then, on the other side of the bed, I have my closet. It's no ordinary closet either. I love it to death, because it has sliding doors that stretch a good eight feet. Not only that, but they have full-length mirrors on the front. It makes it ten times easier to pick out what I'm wearing when I'm half asleep in the morning. Not to mention it makes me laugh when my cats see something in the mirror and hit their heads trying to pounce on it. (I'm so mean...) I've also recently discovered that flies are too stupid to see smudges on transparent surfaces. They make a brain-rattling sound every time they hit the mirror. If it had been anything but a gross fly, I would have laughed my a** off.

And, of course, I have a piano. Yes, another piano. In my room. Can you really blame me? This one's electric and not nearly as big, just an old Yamaha upright, but it was my first piano. Here I am... getting all sentimental... But still, it can do some rather useful things, like play music for me and record. You have no idea how awesome it is to be able to play a four-handed duet with only two hands. Or to play a piano-violin duet with only two hands. Not to mention I just love it to death, even if I don't play it much anymore.

Well, the jist of this exericise was to describe a place where I relax. My room is my "home" if you will. It's by far my favorite place in the house (the living room is second). I have a lamp that wears a flowery hat on my dresser and its hatless twin on my nightstand. I also have a white tin umbrella with silk flowers in it. My sister thinks I'm insane--but they're pink, that should explain everything, ne? She hates pink. And flowers. She and I are just... not the same. I mean really... I hope she doesn't kill my room when I leave for college.

Like I said earlier, though, I think I'm most relaxed when I'm just lying on my bed with my eyes closed, listening to my stereo pounding out the latest melody stuck in my head so I can just forget about everyone and everything for a few minutes before going back to being a nearly-OCD worrywart about everything from homework to dinner.

To think... it's Saturday and I've barely had a moment's peace from worrying. Homework. College resume. Sister. Cats. Shopping. Man, I could use some loud music now. Too bad it's already midnight, or I'd turn it up anyway. However, that might piss the neighbors off, and we already have a bad track-record with the idiots next door. Maybe that's what I'll tell you about tomorrow morning.

Sayonara.