Year 2215

The easiest hello and hardest goodbye, my bed. Filled with bright orange, blue, and pink swirly flowers look like a garden on a bright spring morning. Filling up the whole right corner, my big fuzzy white chair sits, calling for me. When you sit down in it, it feels like you are getting the big hug from the fluffiest dog. My closet, filled shirts, and shorts, and pants, and skirts, and dresses, and jackets. Filled with blacks and whites, orange, and red, and purple, and blue, and every other color of the rainbow. My hardest decisions I have to make all happen in my closet.

What should I wear? Do these look good together? Which one? Do these clash?

My desk, a vibrant orange with white legs, sits there always cluttered. Never has this desk been clean for more than a day. Papers everywhere, with pens, and clothes, and books, too much to look at. These are the things that make up my usually messy unmade bedroom. Most bedrooms probably have the same basis as mine, but that is now.

Bedrooms will never be like this again. In the year 2215, rooms will be mechanic. There will be robots that keep your desk clean, make your bed, pick out your clothes, leave you nothing to do except sit in your fuzzy, warm, welcoming chair. You will just sit there, and sit there, absorbed into the virtual world with all of the new technology that has evolved throughout the 200 years. The TV’s will be a wall. Your walls will be covered by a big 3D flat screen, operated by your voice. The robots are like Siri. You ask them, they do it, and they do it fast. There is no more waiting for what you want, you get it now!