Fall

Fantasy Room

Everyone has their ideal room, a dream room where everything is perfect. Mine is large and open in the shape of a square. The windows on two of the walls are always open, welcoming invisible breezes in. The walls are bright, vivid blue, the color of the ocean on postcards from Hawaii. The carpet is soft and thick, and its dark blue color reminds me of nighttime. The ceiling is the same color as the floor, with glow-in-the-dark stars strewn across it. A large, round paper lamp gives light by day, like a mini-sun hanging from my ceiling. It's a dream room, and a place where I can hang out and be myself.

Walking through the door of my room, the first thing you come to is a mini-trampoline. It's only big enough for one person. It's a place to go crazy and be hyper without breaking anything. To the right of that is a row of bookshelves that hold my hundred-some books. Right around the corner there's a swing hanging from the ceiling, providing a reading seat. A poster with a picture of a dolphin is behind the swing, and if you carefully lift up the tape, you'll find a box-like hole in the wall, filled with miniature chocolate bars and lollipops. I have to hide my Halloween leftovers somewhere.

If you'd rather not swing, a group of comfy-looking chairs sit in the southeast corner, a few feet away from the swing. A TV with a PlayStation2 and TiVo (a digital recording system) is also in that area, sitting in front of one of the chairs. A window on the back wall is the main light source, but if that doesn't work, there's a lamp between the seats. A mini-refrigerator on the right wall, between the swing and the chairs, provides snacks. Lots and lots of snacks.

If you continue walking along the back wall, you won't find much. There's another window, a few posters and drawings, and the door to my closet. The closet isn't very large, and it's terribly uninteresting. A room-cleaning robot sits in a corner, half covered by clothes. Mom yells at me to "clean my room." I push a button, and the robot cleans while I watch cartoons.

Walk around the closet and along the north wall (that's the one to the left of the door) and you'll see another window, a dresser, and a bed. The bed is a loft bed, which is like a bunk bed with no lower bunk. Instead, there are two beanbag chairs and a cd player. You could use the ladder to get down from the bed, but the curving purple slide is way more fun.

The only thing in the middle of the room is a large circular desk. It's raised so that it's a bit higher that everything else, except maybe the bed, with two steps leading to the middle. There's plenty of space for my rolling chair to move around with the desk almost completely around me. The part of my desk that isn't occupied by a computer is covered by half-finished stories, lyrics to songs, and drawings that I might never get around to finishing. Kind of like my existing desk, only my desk isn't a circle and has no computer.

I would enjoy having this as my room. It fits my personality and style, and it had tons of fun and cool things. It'd be a great place to hang out by myself or with friends. In my room, I would read, watch TV, play video games, role-play, and maybe even do homework. The items I put in my room are things I either really like, like the slide and the TV, or else things that I need, like a room-cleaning robot and a desk. All the items are fun, useful, or some combination of the two. I wish this were really my room… Guess that's why it's called a dream room, right?

Character Sketch

WILL CASEY

On any random afternoon, you could find Will sitting in front of the T.V. in the basement wearing down his thumbs on a PS2 controller with his blue eyes glued to the screen. William Sean Casey, known to anyone who doesn’t want to be driven insane as Will, is my younger brother and one of my best friends. He’s my friend unless we’re somewhere public with our friends, anyway. Will and I have mastered the sibling rivalry act.

I can think of a million and one words to describe Will. “Funny” and “annoying” are two of those. He and I auditioned for “All That”, a comedy show on Nickelodeon. I fumbled through the lines I’d practiced again, and again, and again. Will forgot his age and said that he was nine instead of ten. If I hadn’t corrected him, he might’ve been disqualified, because the age limit was ten to sixteen. For one of the funniest kids I know, he can be pretty shy.

When he’d not playing “Kingdom Hearts” (a video game that he’d beaten twice), you could probably find him riding his bike with friends or playing soccer. Will’s a sports fanatic. He’s an awesome soccer player, and he’s been playing since he was six. He’s the skinniest kid on the team, so it’s kind of funny to see him run, kick, and score really, really well when it looks like the other team might have underestimated him at first.

Will is sort of a cartoonist. He and Colleen draw trading cards with characters they make up, then battle them. I’ve never seen them battle, but the cards are cool. My drawing skills are limited to less-than-great manga, so Will is the official family artist. He tells me what he thinks of my drawings, and he usually says they’re good. Unless one of he’s friends is around. Then my drawings are “Okay, I guess.” Didn’t I tell you that we have the sibling rivalry act perfected?

I will deny ever saying any of this, but Will’s an awesome little brother. We talk and joke and goof off. I help him translate his Spanish homework, and he helps me beat the bosses and bad guys on Kingdom Hearts. I’m glad that I’ve got my short, hyper, slightly immature brother to hang out with. Now if only I could get him to stop driving me insane…

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