My room

I finished decorating my brand new (though quite old) room. I'm happy, as simple and childish as it sounds. In fact, this week I'm feeling strangely happy and high, and I can't really find a reason: I'm getting few sleep, I'm arranging lots of things, ironing my shirts and cooking to the highest standards.
But I feel so well: I wake up in the morning and greet the daylight with a smile. And I go to work and get a sandwich and a coffee with milk, and I don't seem to need anything else to get on working and kidding with my colleagues.
Maybe the secret is that Marylin Monroe awaits, always there, when I enter my brand new (though quite old) room: