"My Bedroom" descriptive writing assessment

my essay what do u think (^^) Walking into my room you are hit by the cool blueish light from my lamp and white LEDs, cluttered but clean and posters plastered on the walls. Black walls and dark blue space curtains, my room soothes people and is comforting but has dark decor as dark as the night. Clothes of all colors sometimes scatter. I will kick them to the side as I walk by, alternatively clothes are hung in my closet and in my basket all day waiting patiently for a chance to be styled and showed off. They sit still for days, some never being touched if I don't like them or they are for a special occasion. Going back to the walls I look around, music all along the walls as though singing slow songs that soothe all night long. Bands, singers, happiness, and sadness fills my room all the way to its core. Posters and pictures of music fill my room. It makes me feel calm and happy when I really look around; it makes me smile. Dark with the light I mix the light colored furniture with dark walls and pictures. A swirly cross on my wall, close to my door reminding me of what I believe in and to pray at night. Thinking about sleep, I fall to my bed. I spend most of my time here, beading, reading, watching tv, and of course sleeping. My bed is soft, 4 pillows, 6 plushies, and 3 blankets. Purple, blue, and black are the colors of my soft and warm blankets. My blankets warm like sitting by a fire. Comforting and warm, full size bed, pillows, blankets, and warmth flood my bed forever being the thing I'm drawn to in my room. Bookshelves under my tv are filled with books that clutter the bottom to top. Books that are sad, books that are fiction, books that are funny, and everything in between. Papers on top of my bookshelf, some random trinkets and a small animal enclosure that is empty. On the left side of my book shelf there is a big cage, about the size of a dog kennel. It has 2 stories inside and my pet rat. There is lots of rat bedding in there and since it is a cage it spills out and gets messy on my floor. On the right side of my bookshelf there is my vanity, it is very messy with books and paper all over the top. Drawers open flooded with things left side with makeup and right side with note books and bead bracelets. A broken chair sits in front of the vanity unused but has cluttered books and papers on it. In front of my closet there is an unused keyboard that has cluttered books and dust on it. Hidden black and white keys sitting sadly in the dark. My shoe shelf is also there with boots and tennis shoes and slippers sitting on it, some worn out, some still new as store bought. A plastic drawer dresser holds many colorful beads inside and on top. All the colors imaginable and more hidden within the draws, used frequently for bead projects. Throughout my room is dark and light, happy and sad, torn apart and in order. A room as messy as a pig stye, but as comforting as christmas eve with your loved ones. Music and love flowing through the veins of the walls, anxiety and anger pumping the waves that push me through my room, wall to wall, till I fall in my bed. Forever to sleep.