The room I am sitting in

The peacefulness and quietness of my room keeps me calm; I sense nobody is nearby and feel the tranquillity goes through me. As I brush my feet on the ground, the roughness of my ankles hit against the carpet - it feels like I have finished from a foot massage!

Looking like dough, the creaminess of the white wall attracts me. The abandoned clock ticks for eternity in misery and boredom. I mutter to myself, "I like this home..."