My world, small and happy.

               She unblocks her heels tiptoeing  and  hurriedly rushes towards her regular wooden door, which helps her escape from things, things which are worse, turn up being worse, simply worse. As soon as she steps inside she locks the door and can see her entire world standing right in front of her. Her world, the floor all covered up with clothes which lied down while finding her school shirt, her wardrobe where empty hanger hung while searching her socks, her warm bed conquered by piles of books and worksheet from last night, her desk loaded with fairy tale books, on which she was working for her project with color pencils and crayons all over, her dustbin which overflowed due to last nights junk, her favorite leftover snacks and empty can of coke and her white board which reminded her of her all pending works to do. It is already past night as she came home late after her hangover in the club. Before thinking of anything she ta...