Inside My Old Room

I sit at the long white table that had been placed inside of my room. My eyes wander the walls. The papers and posters I had hung on them were torn off and scattered around the room. My crayons had been broken and thrown on the floor, also. My paints had been thrown at the walls, leaving splatters on them.My stuffed animals had been sliced open, their stuffing having been pulled out of them. The room was completely destroyed. I lay my head down ontop of the table and close my eyes, imagining a more peaceful place.