By Megan Harris,Monmouth Academy

The one place I thrive and rule is my room.

I head there everyday after school and stay there on the weekends;

Mainly it is myself who comes here, but my mom and visitors must cross its threshold to get within our house.

I sit about on my bed, I watch TV and listen to music and my most favorite: write.

I’ve only had my room to go to for a few months now, but I adjusted quickly.

Here I see my rabbit’s cage, my bed, and my electronics;

Here I hear the rumble of cars on 202 and the hum of the fridge.

In my room I smell stale rabbit litter and my mom’s god-awful perfume – –

Here I taste whatever foods I bring into my room to eat;

In my room I feel happy, relaxed, and secure.

I remember my life and comedy snippets I hear – –

I think about my stories and up coming events.

I like to sleep, write, and watch TV here;

I used to have sleeping problems and they’ve gotten worse.

Aye, in time my mom will move again but no matter where I go the fact remains:

It’s my room.