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Nightmare Bedroom
I heard my muffled footsteps as I walked on an orange carpet following a path through the hallway, and into my room. Two white three drawer dressers sat in the corners of my dimly lit room. I heard my heavy breathing listened to the dread in my thoughts as I climbed into the white covers of my full size bed.
That night I kept ducking my head under the white flowered comforter whenever I glanced at the windows, or into my wide open closet. I felt cold sweat soak through my clothes, heard the quickened beats of my heart. Even when I hid my head under my covers I couldn't get to sleep.
I feared the darkness. It was black outside except for the twilight that peeked in through the white blinds, and it was black in my room. The trail of twilight made a shape of a glowing white rabbit in the back of my closet. Everything about this night seemed to scare me even more.
The floorboards creaked and other sounds in the night terrified me. I tried to look at other things. Like the white lamps that sat on the dressers that were frequently surrounded by mess, or my messy desk, or the bookshelf, or the carpet, but nothing kept my mind off of the white rabbit or the windows.
If only I had a nightlight or if only there was a tinkle of music I would be comforted, and calm enough, to sleep. But there was nothing but the beating of my heart to help me calm down. So I had an alternative to keep my mind on and that was my heart.
Eventually, with the help of my heart-beat, I drifted to sleep. As I got older I got used to my room and I finally learned how to sleep in what I used to think was a nightmare bedroom.