It’s a cramped space, cloistered from the rest of the rooms in the house. Like myself, it may not seem like much on the outside, but it’s a kaleidoscope of mysteries and life inside.

The walls are a cream white pinned with posters of my favorite artists. Lyn Lapid, TV Girl, Laufey, and JVKE. Shelves decorated in vibrant stickers hold books arranged from romance to horror.

A vinyl record player plays an ambient Mitski song, old vintage 80’s television playing Coraline. My bed is small but sturdy. Seemingly frail but able to hold anything. The comforter is a soft pink, Mario and Pac-Man plushies gazing at me with playful eyes.

My little space is my sanctuary. My home.