Desk

I put a desk up in my room.
I feel so big, and grown up with it in my room. I know that probably sounds completely silly, but having a place to put myself when I want to write, or when I want to read, or do my devotions. Now I will have a place to be. A place that's hidden behind my door, but not my bed, where I tend to fall asleep. I feel like my productivity will increase for this coming school year. with a station to put myself at. To work, or not to. I'll have a place to take out my sketch pad and sketch, or pull out some paints and hide while I work on making something beautiful. No TV distractions. No clock other than my phone, or computer. Things I have to diliberately look at to find the time. Where I won't be pestered. I can keep my back straight, use this desk to begin to pull myself back together. To soften the shock of the world I'm trying so hard to enter gracefully.
A Place a can either stress about entering the world, through college and such, or a place I can forget about entering college. I feel like this one singular peice of furniture is magical in so many ways. A haven of sorts. I need a haven. We all need havens. Havens show up in the strangest of places.