as a kid growing up I had a perfect bedroom
all my stuffed animals were properly aligned in the crib
all my shades were pulled down at night
to the exact same length on every window sill
school papers stacked on the desk were straight, top to bottom, left to right
clothes and scarves in the closet had schemes and streams of matched color array
the double bed blankets complimented the sheets and down bedspread to a select color-of-the-week
the books in the bookshelf rows were organized by topic and longitudinal size

when I prayed to God each night asking if my thought process was aesthetically sensible and correct
the mirror above my bureau looked at my face, and said, "Yes. Yes. Yes."