Sam the explorer
Taken inspiration from Dora the explorer; just hope they won't sue me.
As I have mentioned many, many times in my earlier posts, I love to travel. (Even though I haven't been to many places) I love finding new places; cozy, new places where I can settle down. Aaand, I love reading. Put those two together and tell me a place in the house I love the most. Bam, you got it right, it's the reading corner. The golden, golden, reading corner. *insert Gollum's my precious voice here*
As you all know, I moved around a lot during my childhood. So, in each one of those houses, I found this one corner that's just comfortable and not too hard on the butt. I even had rules for how my reading corner should be. My first rule, which has already been mentioned is that: it shouldn't be too hard on the butt. Seriously, it starts getting uncomfortable when you are sitting on a cold hard floor for 3 hours. The second rule: it should be well lighted. And the third rule is: it should be good enough to sleep on. I hate moving from place to place when I am comfortable so yeah, that rule is a must.
Moving on, my room... does not have a reading corner. I know, I know, I have been hyping it up in the last paragraph, buuuuuut, my room has a lot of these corners where I can get all comfortable. But the place where I love to read is in my bed. You see, my bed is pushed to the corner of the wall. So, it provides perfect support. Also, have I mentioned that the lighting is perfect?
Growing up, I did not have the amazing reading corner I have now. I was the kind of kid you will see sitting in a corner playing by herself. I like having a small, tiny place where nobody else can come in. When I was a kid, there was this tiny space between the bed's headboard and the wall. Being a scrawny kid, I got in pretty easily and settled down. By settling down, I mean getting all my stuff. I used to have a box of my things- stationary, a small lamp, a bunch of harry potter books, a bunch of Percy Jackson books, a notepad, and some old broken phone. (I was cool like that) So, I settled down and started reading. But, this little hideout didn't abide by rule 1 of the rule of hideouts. (pffft you can one job hideout.) So, I had to move out of my hideout. Goodbye, stupid childhood hideout, you will not be missed.
I used to roam the house looking for a nice place to read. Holidays were the worst. I wanted to read all day long, but my house did not have any place to read. Ugh. I once ended up reading under the bed. Dont ask how... or why.
Then came 5th grade. Little, 10 years old me had just discovered the true glory of youtube- DIY-s!!! I saw a bunch of videos on making a tent, so I made one with an old floor mattress. Don't ask how. Anyway, I put down a bunch of pillows for sitting on it and settled down. (You know the process) And boy oh boy was it good. It was PERFECT. It obeyed the rules of 1 AND 3. Except for one teeny weeny fact...
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It had zero lighting. Like, none at all. It would be 12 pm and it would be pitch dark in the tent. But I loved it even more for that fact. (Damn, I must have gotten my glasses from the low lighting) Also, it was like, super hot in there. I was sweating ALL THE TIME. Also, my "tent" was in front of my parents' closet.
My mother destroyed the tent.
Safe to say, I was not okay with that rash decision. I spent the next 1-year reading books on the sofa and the bed, and let me tell you, it is very awkward reading a Percabeth moment while your father is breathing down on your neck. Seriously.
So, yeah. I know this post isn't really about being in quarantine, but its... something. A reading corner is very precious to every reader and I wanted to share my sweaty, demolished tent experience. Thankfully, my bed is very comfortable.
I know this was a short post. Trust me, I previewed it. But the next post will be quite long. I swear on my books! Now you know you will get a long post ;)
Peace✌,
Sam
your tent... I feel pity for your tent. It sounds amazing.
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