MY ROOMThe sunlight peeking through my curtains trying to spy on me, it gets closer and closer, it streams through and blinds me, but just for a second. The two lumps on each side of me, cat and dog. My clock to my right, lasering out the time. To my left my toys stacked mountain high. I look above, all I can see is the plain white ceiling. As I lift my head up slowly as can be, I see my messy hair in the mirror that hangs on my wall. It reminds me of a bully who has just hung someone on a peg.
My floor is like the sea, my bed like a plank on a pirates ship, fluff resting in my room on the floor, just like sharks waiting for their prey to fall off the plank. Blankets on my bed drooping down, but in my brain it equals them trying to make me cold. The scuttles coming down the hallway from Mum’s slippers. Then all of a sudden creek, the curtains in my lounge fling open. Mum has entered my world. My big wide ocean, with sharks and even a pirate ships with a plank. A plank of toys. Sure enough this is my room and my imagination maker.
By Felicity Johnstone
Room 20 2012
|Here is My Room, you can probably match the picture to some of the writing:)|