I have a room of my own.

It was a room with doors, windows and a small bed.

My mother often helps me clean my room, and my father often comes to my room to help me with my homework.

I love my room.

But sometimes, I wish my room was different from the one I have now.

I wish my room was a submarine.

In this way, when I lie on the window, I can see the majestic sharks, lazy shellfish, slow sea cucumbers, barracudas that are faster than trains, red Gelidium, and maybe mermaids... I hope that my

The room is a gourmet house.

The doors and windows are biscuits, the walls are chocolate, the eggs that light the lamps, the quilts are pancakes, the different colors of crayons are hams of different flavors, and the water flowing out of the faucet is Coke.

I also hope that my room is a park more beautiful than heaven.

There are clear streams, beautiful flowers, and colorful pavilions on the green grass in the park.

However, after I think about it, after all the fantasies, my favorite room is still the current room.