Directions to find me
I live at the address of a residential castle for all mythical and magical beings.
Once arriving at this property you will head toward the east tower, climbing cobblestone stairs up to my bedroom on the 42nd floor.
You open the door and are greeted by the foot of my bed, my futon usually somewhat made with blankets and stuffed animals. My precious Dango, resting on her throne of soft pillows. Decorated on my walls are pictures, posters and cute stickers. Across from my bed is humble, white colored wooden desk. Marked with crayons and marker and splashes of paint. A delicately detailed dresser where I keep clothes and an assortment of other belongings. Then followed by a sturdy bookshelf, that holds various books. Usually novels of fiction and large thick papered tones filled with lush illustrations by famous artists. Then my closet crammed with haphazardly hanged cardigans and purses.
My room smells often of drier sheets and chamomile tea, and sometimes wisps of a flowery fragrance. Rarely quiet, a hum of the box-fan, soft snores or the most likely being my music loudly playing from either my headset or speakers, usually the sound so powerful, echoes off my walls and bounces around wildly.