The reason why I love the space of my room so much is that it is my own. In my room, I have my record player, all my Beatles decor, my movies, and my poetry books. Not to mention my writing desk, where all the magic happens. In my room there are no limitations. Meaning, I can be fully dressed or not clothed at all and it wouldn’t matter because I’m my only audience. Other than maybe my cats. I can light candles and sleep and have my own sense of privacy. There will never be any space comparable to the comfort that my room brings me.