Home?

Contrary to popular belief, home isn’t seeing a pristine room like this.
Home isn’t those ideal HGTV rooms or Ikea rooms that everyone dreams to have.
To be honest, I didn’t even decorate this room.
My mom bought these sheets and made sure I maintained them as she pleased.
Two big pillows in the back, white patterned pillow on the left, pink small pillow on the right, and the grey in the front.
And of course, how can I forget, the luscious throw.
Additionally, my dad took hours to perfectly align these frames.
Centered. Symmetric. Perfect.
These minute details aren’t what I use to define home.
The second I get home the neatness of this room is the last thing I think about.
There’s pillows scattered everywhere that you can’t even walk without feeling their feathery softness under your feet.
Meanwhile, the throw becomes lost in the abyss of my room.
And the perfect frames aren’t even in my thoughts.
But consequently, I have to set it all back up to please someone else, but that is a price I am willing to pay to be in the comfort of my own.