As you walk into my bedroom in the morning, there is a faint ray of sunlight shining through the window. The glossy blue walls are reflecting a bluish tint in the room. As you look around there is a mattress lying on the navy blue carpet. I am sprawled on it, resting on a pillow and covered by my comfortable blue blanket. I am in a deep slumber. All of a sudden, there is a loud siren ringing, from the loudest alarm clock sold in the market. It is supposed to wake even the heaviest sleepers. However, unbelievably, I have not moved a muscle. My mother walks in and tries to wake me up. All I do is groan and complain about how early it is. Then comes the cold water and me jumping out of bed wiping the droplets from my face. After washing up and returning to my room, I make my bed and start my day, leaving the room clean and organized. If you come a few hours later, you would see a completely different scenario. The bed is messy again, the pillow is on the floor, and clothes are scattered around. That means my siblings have been through my room. I do not bother tiding it, until they have gone to bed. I clean the room a bit, and turn in for the night. This is a typical day in my bedroom.