I’ve been doing some spring cleaning lately. Because, it is after all, Spring. FINALLY!
One delicious discovery I came across was a file folder filled with old writing assignments. In a moment of pure lunacy, I’ve decided to share one of them, in all its glory. Enjoy!
~ P.S. Remember, I was still a novice. And this was high school (9th grade). Have mercy!
As you walk into my bedroom you see a revolting pigsty that looks like a parent’s worst nightmare. My bed is trapped in the corner of my room by a set of old blue bunk beds ominously waiting for someone to bump into them during the middle of the night. Clothing surrounds the bed except for a narrow pathway leading from it, two feet wide, and cleared so that no junk will be stepped on in the middle of the night. With shadows that overwhelm the corner, the variety of colors and textures from pants, shirts, and underwear, socks, coats, skirts, and sweaters appear to be a blob piled halfway up to the ceiling. Shirts sleeves and pant legs infest the edges of the bed where they hang lifeless, waiting to be put away. Papers from previous assignments suffocate unnoticed under the weight of the clothing.
At the foot of the bed the majority of the ghastly mess becomes bunched up and wrinkled. Another blob consisting of a baby blue, fuzzy, electric blanket and a light blue quilt, with tiny white flowers covering the top of the quilt, infests the middle of the bed. Resting at the head of the bed lies a lone, white teddy bear. The only splash of color it carries is his red paws and matching red bow-tie with dots of silver sparkles. A grey, overstuffed pillow sits under the teddy bear. Next to the pillow, my red, blue and white baby blanked with holes worn through it, an attempted sewing job along its edges – performed by me before I knew how to sew – waits to be snuggled during the night. As you walk out of the room, you look back at it and shudder to think that any form of life could exist in there.