“My room reminded me of a charged minefield– but that was only after I was able to get the door open. “
Heya! I thought y’all might enjoy this descriptive composition I wrote for grammar schoolwork a while back.
The topic assigned was “A Cluttered Bedroom” and yes, I sadly had to use their very uncreative name. 😥 😛 I used spatial order (sort of) and tried to include the five senses.
Drawing inspiration from the current state of the bedroom I share with my two college-student-sisters, this is what I came up with. Enjoy…? 😉
A Cluttered Bedroom
366 words, by Anna Willis
My room reminded me of a charged minefield– but that was only after I was able to get the door open. It took three hard shoves before the pile of stuff on the other side budged, and I could finally shoulder my way inside.
My toe struck a hard textbook half hidden by a ruffled dress sliding from the back of my desk chair, and I yelped, hopping on one foot, only to lose my balance on a stray hair curler.
Dropping to the carpet I dismally surveyed my bedroom while rubbing a sore toe. This floor certainly was like a minefield; it was hopelessly cluttered.
Books, pencil stubs, tight balls of school paper, clothes, and shoes were littered all over. The air smelled strongly, dangerously of nail polish. Digging my fingers into the carpet, I could see it for the first time in a while to remember what shade it was.
Then a thought struck me and I dove on to my bed, carefully avoiding landing on the old plate of spaghetti at the end.
I froze. I strained my ears. But all I could hear was an aggravated fly trying to escape right through the window glass… over and over and over. Poor thing would probably go insane pretty soon from being stuck in my room. I would probably too.
My mind started to panic as I searched high and low from the safety on top my lumpy mound of pillows. Where was my dearest? Had I lost him once and for all?
Then I drew a deep breath, choked on the dust I inhaled, and hung my head over the side of my bed. Pushing aside a wasteland of used tissues and dirty socks I snatched up the faded sock-monkey that peeked out.
“Oh there you are, Mr. Darcy!” I whispered in the monkey’s ear, “We’ve got some work to do.”
I propped my friend on the bedpost, tugged my curls into a ponytail, and set some peppy music playing full blast. Trash bag in hand, I launched myself at the clutter and moments later my room was no longer a minefield of doom.
The air tasted of happiness and accomplishment.
Can you relate to this description?
My MC is obviously a busy college student with a festive view of life. What random things would we find in your bedroom to tell us what kind of person you are?
Do you share a room with a sibling (or a sock-monkey)?
Should I write/post more flash-fiction type things? Hope you enjoyed this silly little bundle of words! 🙂 ~A