I was awakened by the unforgiving sun rays pouring in through the skylight. My room, which felt like it was in the Amazon forest rather than in a country cottage south of Oxford, needed some fresh air. So I stretched my half-dead body and swiftly flicked the latch before pushing open the window and letting a light breeze roam the stuffy room. I loved my room, I was always a believe of bigger isn’t always better. My room was big enough to hold my creaky double bed, a chair, dresser and the free standing full body mirror.

Since I was half way up, I decided to jump out of bed, my feet meeting the fluffy pink carpet that covered parts of the wooden floor. I rubbed my eyes and removed the book that folded over the the alarm clock to see it’s only 11am. I could go back to sleep, I have absolutely no plans for today. But I did promise mum to go to the park with her and Jodie later. I used an old receipt as a book mark and placed the book on the open shelf of my nightstand.

I let out a deep sigh and the I made my bed, my pillows thrown in the location my head usually fell and I covered the crumpled duvet with the thick crochet multicoloured blanket I made last year. I was very proud of that blanket, it took a year to make.

I grabbed my towel and my navy dressing gown from the white chipped door before making my way down the steep stairs and almost slipped entering the shower. Once I was squeaky clean and my eyes stayed open for longer than 4 seconds, I made my way back to my room. I threw my body into the door (since it had the tendency to not open well due to the old hinges) and I placed my towel on the back of the yellow chair next to the oak dresser.

I grabbed some clothes and took my time putting them on whilst I scrolled through my phone. Now that my usual morning scroll was complete, I grabbed my brush and started to tame my blonde locks. I looked in the mirror, smiling slightly at the goofy pictures of my and my friends clipped onto the string lights surrounding the frame of the mirror and in the corner of my eye I noticed that mum has taken my dirty dishes from under my bed. I will definitely be hearing about that on our walk to the park later.

I began humming, the breeze tickling my face and the fresh air filling my lungs. I dried my hair using a diffuser before I applied the various oils that were half open, creating sticky puddles on my dresser. I made a mental note to clean it, later. Before leaving my room for the day, I grabbed the pile of clothes from the floor that I elegantly peeled off last night after a heavy day of reading and threw them in the over-filled washing basket behind the door.

Taking a final glance at my room, I debated changing the colour of the walls again. My current motif was yellow and pink, but I’m starting to debate i should add a great accent somewhere in there. I’ll think about it on the walk.