Looking down on this small square room there lies a girl. Everything motionless but her big brown eyes. Ten little lanterns scattered atop a desk light up the room a with a rosy glow. A closet with mirrored doors reflect nothing, it seems. The room seems bland, all but its walls, and the girls thoughts. Usually there also lies a pile of clothes, sometimes in a plain white laundry basket, organized, but most likely thrown on the floor messily. Unfinished geometry homework left open on the desk and tomorrow's outfit thrown across her bureau. It appears to be a typical room, typical furniture, typical everything. The girl seems to reminisce over the days happenings, or tomorrows. Often times her mind floats into a fantasy, a crazy dream,or an outrageous endeavor. You wouldn't guess that though,what with everything so boring in her room. Except for her electric blue walls, which seem to reflect what her mirrored doors fail to, her dreams.
(that was supposed to be the description of a place you know from an outsiders veiw, like the beginning of poisonwood but im not sure if i hit the target on this one?)
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