A Peaceful Enclosure is the name of the "room of my own". Every object I described to be part of it adds to what brings solace and comfort to my self. Loving to write, with the hope one day to publish a novel, I would fill my room with objects that have stimulated my interest and have acted as intellectual entertainment. I would have paintings and statues that represent mythologies; stories that have ever since I was little been the backbone for my interest in learning and reading. They have become a part of my childhood, a part of myself that I try with all my might to hold onto while the days grow old, and I older. I also placed a bookshelf in the room, that will hold all my favorite references when I am searching for inspiration and a work to relate to. Shakespeare, Dickens, Jane Austen, Whitman, Virginia Woolf, Harry Potter--to name a few. Yet the most essential part of the room is the Willow tree that occupies a corner in my room. Nature has always been a part of what I consider my essence. Nothing invokes reasoning, feeling, and emotions the way nature charms me. Trees are special--they not only are strong and sturdy, they make life possible, and they are firm in their duty. The sight of them brings peace to my state of mind, whatever it might be. There would be a large window behind the desk, which will bring with it enough light to bathe me in happiness; enough stars to feed my dreams; enough storms to stimulate my fears and sorrows. Lastly, the dog resting under the tree, would be something for my enjoyment. I cannot find another companion as loyal, playful, and virtuous than a dog, and therefore I cannot find another item i would wish more to be in my room than that animal.
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