There is nothing more comforting to me then the subtle surroundings of my bedroom. The floor is pale and yet full of texture, mauve colored carpet covers the floor in need of vacuuming due to the bits of fuzz and crumbs that speckle it’s cushy surface. In an array of gloss and semi-gloss, shades of off-white cover these four walls and their baseboards speckled only by an occasional paint chip or faded fingerprint. My bed’s sheets and blankets are ruffled and in dire need of being straightened. Two pillows rest at the opposite end, they are covered by cases made of cerulean cloth. This color forms a pleasant matching contrast with the darker blues that plainly compromise the coloring of the bedspread. There is a TV stand just past the foot of the bed, it’s brown wooden finish appears to have been randomly stained with an assortment of dusts and the syrup of sodas left upon its surface over the years. Upon it rests a 27″- inch color television, with dotted speaker holes carved out of its front. Oddly, two video cassettes sit next to the television, but there is no video cassette player in sight. I hear the whistle of a dishwasher nearby in the kitchen and occasionally the crackle of laughter or the murmur of conversation will reach me from another room. As I inhale, I can smell the fleeting aroma of potpourri sprays, their specific flavor unknown. In my bed, I smell the toasty warmth of newly-dried sheets and by my television, my nose can sense the exhalation of electronic dust. This urges me to explore another room in the house and motivates me to put down my leaky ball-point, to rise, and to consider the other incredible experiences that await my four senses.