it 's the same room i slept in from when i was a tiny baby : my polished cherry-wood dresser and rocking chair ; the little stuffed black-and-white dog matt won at the winter carnival our junior year perched on a shelf ; my rolltop desk with its cubbyholes ; the ornate antique mirror above my dresser ; and the monet and klimt posters from the museum exhibits aunt judith took me to in washington , dc .