From the many different locations and corners I have precisely placed my bed in past years, it always ends up lying right next to either of my bedroom windows.
The many sorrow-filled nights of crying always lead to the chilly air of the night visiting my bedroom, as I crack the window open just to let in the calm breeze awaiting me outside. On nights I cannot sleep peacefully, I tend to cling to the peaceful night air as a form of melatonin, to put me at ease No matter the weather conditions, my window is always cracked because without fresh air flowing through the perimeter of my room, I feel as though I am not myself.
After restless hours of continuous school work leading to endless shifts, the only relaxing coping mechanism I use is the silent music of chilly midnight air. Opening my laptop to finish some last-minute homework is shortly followed by opening my window to let the fresh nightly breeze circulate through my stuffy bedroom.
My mother often lectures me about it, explaining that I am wasting the fresh cool air the air conditioner produces, though I could care less. Out of everything in my room that could serve as a form of serenity, my bedroom window will always be the first to come to mind. The window I always lean my head against when I’m taking my time to tear up, or the same window I used to crack open simply to fall asleep to the numbing sounds of cars passing on the distance roadways. As the majority of people would argue that the sound of distant roadways and ambulances is irritating, I instead tend to find these unusual sounds enjoyable. There is something so comforting about the sounds at night, and my bedroom window never fails to grant me the incredible feelings of midnight sounds, slowly drifting me into a state of sleep.
Winter will forever remain my favorite season, mainly because most of the sacred memories I make are next to my bedroom window. I cherish these memories forever until the next time I am met listening to the great outdoors. The sound of fresh snow falling across my window sill, soothing my mind until I slowly rock into a deep sleep filled with frigid dreams. As I lie next to my window, I watch families of deer pass through the empty streets of my winter wonderland neighborhood, soothing my tense mindset as I drift into a state of tranquility. The snowflakes grow bigger, and the weather gets colder as if I were trapped inside a Christmas snow globe. The cold air grasps my negative thoughts, keeping them outside the snow globe for me to no longer worry about.
From laughing while discovering each other’s secrets with tears of joy rolling down our faces to the tears of stress rolling down my face leaning onto my bedroom window, rolling down the foggy glass, my bedroom window has and will continue to grow with me, providing me with a safe, comforting place. Whether winding down after a long, dreadful day or soaking in the warm summer air, the glass-paned window will always be there with me.
