Picture Perfect

Stacy Wellman
PC-11
7th Hour


Picture Perfection


I awoke this morning around nine o’ clock after a peaceful night’s sleep in my cool comfy bed with my purple cotton sheets wrapped around me. My alarm clock was the soothing sound of Mitchell playing his acoustic guitar. I can’t exactly see myself but I know I was smiling as I awoke. But as I opened my eyes I realized something was different. I was in my own bed but not my own room. My purple walls were gone, along with all of my old furniture. This new room is light and airy, with white curtains blowing around in a warm gentle breeze that smells salty like the ocean. I couldn’t believe my eyes, so I squeezed them shut over and over again to make sure I was awake. But it was true. I was in my dream room. I spun around to land my feet on the ground and slipped them into a pair of white fluffy slippers (to match the white fluffy robe hanging nearby), an...