It has been almost 8 years since I've moved out of my childhood apartment. I remember it was a couple months before my 10th birthday. The greenroom was where I called my personal haven, sun shining through the champagne-pink blinds in the morning. There were two sliding doors, silver-grey in colour, which connected to the living room and the other to the playroom, as I had called it. The sliding door to the playroom slid very rigidly, so I just kept it open. My room was very small, just enough room for a single bed and a couple white, three-drawered dressers. The carpet matched the blinds, or used to...they faded to a light, musty-looking pink over time. With our small collection of plants just outside my room, it smelled faintly of greenery.
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The sun peeking in through the tiny gaps, colouring the textual blinds a peachy-orange - this was where I called my home for a decade of my life. Rosemary, violets, bonsais, and leafy greens resting by the doors to the balcony, there to the very eastern part of the apartment was a tiny greenroom-turned-bedroom. Dust bunnies dance along the dulled metal track as the door to my childhood effortlessly glides open. The carpet, once a rose-pink tint, now faded with hints of grey, feels firm underneath a visitor's foot. The troddened path reveals a simple child's simple bedroom. A music box, the one that Santa gave, is playing a lilting lullaby. It clicks in mid-tune, bringing nostalgia to a silence.
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The sun peeking in through the tiny gaps, colouring the textual blinds a peachy-orange - this was where I called my home for a decade of my life. Rosemary, violets, bonsais, and leafy greens resting by the doors to the balcony, there to the very eastern part of the apartment was a tiny greenroom-turned-bedroom. Dust bunnies dance along the dulled metal track as the door to my childhood effortlessly glides open. The carpet, once a rose-pink tint, now faded with hints of grey, feels firm underneath a visitor's foot. The troddened path reveals a simple child's simple bedroom. A music box, the one that Santa gave, is playing a lilting lullaby. It clicks in mid-tune, bringing nostalgia to a silence.