Anyone who has ever read Where the Wild Things Are has imagined living in their own forest, an untamed world where they can cause a rumpus away from the manners and boredom of the dinner table. After roaring terrible your roars, gnashing your terrible teeth and proclaiming yourself king of all wild things, and crawl off to sleep inside a cave.
Now that very place exists — a forest bedroom with its very own boy-cave.
When I was a boy, I rested upon a mattress framed by metal rails and nestled under sheets printed with cowboys. How lucky is the kid who climbs inside an their own cave to a bed surrounded by a wall of bookshelves?
Granted, a kid’s parents would obviously be cosmopolitan Belgians who hired Van Staeyen Interieur Architecten to build the darned thing. But the child will wake up every day feeling like a hairy Neanderthal cocooned from the world until they grow up, spread their wings, and fly off to a freshman dorm.
When you spend your childhood in a room like the one below, it must be hard to move into a collegiate world of industrial carpeting and Formica desks, knowing you once had your beautiful little world to sleep and dream.
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