metaphor? may be not.

Here's my poor attempt at trying to put this into perspective...

...son gunlerde cok dusunur oldum...

I just walked into my room... reminiscing on the events of the other night... in comparison, my room is empty. How cliche of me to say this, the day of but it is empty. Regardless of its misery, it is in hopes. I could see that as soon as we came face to face, that is why she is holding up well.
My room orients itself so that the bed is the center point. I like it because it provides super- comfort and simply pleasing to the eye. Often times, I see myself on it, sipping tea while reading a great novel or a shitty one, sleeping, or sharing it with that someone.

Today, I walk into my room and I notice, my bookshelf is perfectly lined with novels and textbooks, my clothes are carefully hung in my closet and blankets currently not in use are folded nicely. My bed, on the other hand, is a mess. The sheets has come off of it, pillows one place and comforter on the other. There is no end or a beginning. The only way to fix it is to take my pad, my sheets, pillows, comforter and everything else off of it. It will definitely take some time and huge effort, but it has to be done for a good night's sleep. Then, I will put everything back on my bed. Build it from point zero. Go about it from scratch. First, the pad, then line the sheet perfectly so it engulfs the pad and the edges of the bed. Next, 3 pillows that I cannot do without. Last but not least, place the comforter. And once everything is all in place, hop in and enjoy. Notice that, I don't have to keep doing that every time. When I see that minor changes have to made, I will deal with them as they come, for instance, I can just fix the comforter, or adjust the pillows. Well I guess that was my attempt trying to put this into perspective.