Dream House Paper
I look at the average house. With its average white pained windows and black front door. The only thing un-average about the house is that it’s in a middle of an evergreen and indigenous forest of trees. I walk up to the door and turn around seeing more forest. The forest floor is covered with dead decaying sticks and withering brown leafs that fell for the trees. I assumed. Turn back to the door and pull a key from my pocket. Opening the door slightly, seeing a library with half the books unread. Spines bear with red, green and other colors. They range from science to other random subjects. I fling the door of the house open. I see the hallway that leads to stairs, closet, and kitchen.
Trudging down the hall to the kitchen that has basic black appliances and checkered board designed on the backsplash. The grant counter top is shiny like the backsplash. The electric stove is making my dinner. I forgot to season the food. It’s going to be a bit bland tonight. Two doors divert my attention from it and door creaks thru the quite house. It sounds like an alarm at my old high school; almost enough to make you go deaf. It opens to a dining room with a square table low to the ground with a kettle and cups. The chairs really pillows. Wondering why I got it because my knees are bad. I make a mental note to buy a normal table.
Re-entering the hallway again I had back to the library. Seeing my desk in the far corner of the library with papers covering the beautiful cherry stain and craftsmanship. I need to remember to write more. Traveling up the stairs I greet a square of many doors. I enter the room closest to me.
The door opens to a couch and a massive collection of CDs. Starting with Rock in one section and classical. Racks filling the cracked white walls anyways this is a new house. A stereo lies next to the wall that’s blank. It’s black and blue and can hold up to 10 CDs at a time. On the top of the stereo a silver ipod stand upon a dock.