Night Sky

When i was little I wanted to live in a tree, or adapt my room so that it appeared as if i were in some kind of jungle. Later on, I saw a spread in Seventeen magazine on "top coolest rooms" and this one girl had a beautiful bed frame that looked like branches and she had painted trees and jungle on her walls. I felt jealous as i turned the pages, thinking that some of these teens had stolen my idea. Years later, I sit in my room, which has now become partly a greenhouse for my mother's various plants. The dark purple walls seem to drift upwards into what sometimes (without my contact lenses) appears to be night sky; little glints of light through the old window pain reflect onto the walls and ceiling like the specs of light that you can only see when you are in a thick forest.Finally, my room is a jungle, where the lines between imagination, inside, outside, here, there, past and present are comfortingly blurred. Sometimes your childhood wishes do come true, and all it takes is a little patience, a little less jealousy, and the right set of grown-up eyes to see it.