My Own Room

In my dream last night I remembered my first bedroom. I begged my mom for it & she made it happen. It was nicely organized & unlike what I thought it would be. I was afraid of it. It was different. Unfamiliar. Of course it was! It’d never existed before. Plus, it was downstairs. Everyone else was upstairs. I was only 10 years old. It didn’t take long for me to come to love my new space. If I were in it today I would appreciate it still. Cozy minimal. #bloganuary


Author: Nikki In a Nutshell

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