A Room of Requirement.

My room.
Purple walled,
full of world maps, paper cranes and musicians posters.

I believe now, instead of being a bedroom, it has become a room of requirement. It's now a room of constant residance, obligation and numerous tasks, rather than the initial designated use of 'sleeping'. If I had a real room of requirement, like the one in the fictional story of Harry Potter, I would have a room full of pillows and beds and green tea and soup.

But all I have in here is an untuned guitar, and a pile of work.