I love my bedroom.
It's full of bright colors and soft things.
The sunlight shines in and makes everything sparkle.
It's the best place in the world.

It has all my treasures.
All my books, my collections, my memories.
All of my dreams were born in this room.
It's the best place in the world.

It has all my secrets.
All my failures, my fears, my feelings.
Sometimes it feels so fragile that the door will break at the slightest touch.
But it's still the best place in the world.

But when someone knocks, I get scared.
I brace my arms against the loose hinges.
Please don't break. Don't come in. I'm not ready.
It's MY best place in the world.

The knocking won't stop.
I block the door with furniture.
An eye peeks through the keyhole, and I panic. I'm trapped in the best place in the world.

I'm not ready to share my favorite place.
I need to clean my secrets and make my bed to hide my nightmares.
I need to touch them to put them away. To see them again.
I have so much to do and I'm scared. I'm not ready.

But It's still my favorite place.
I still want to share it.
However long it takes, if you wait patiently,
I'll eventually open the door.
And I'll show you the best place in the world.