You enter your room, get ready for bed. Can you remember when your parents used to do this? When they read you a story and then tucked you into bed? Perhaps you shared a bedroom with a sibling, I imagine there were many fights, but alot of laughter as well. Go back to that time when you were safe, go back to the place that you called your own. What colour were the walls? Did you have any posters, teddy bears, or toys? What is your room like now? How does it compare? As a person grows their room evolves with them, their rooms change colour and their possessions morph from a childs to an adults. What makes some things suitable for adults, and yet not suitable for children? Do you still feel safe in your room, or is it a place of mystery? What secrets do you keep there? In a room that was once so innocent, what do you keep hidden?