my room

 The yellow and red dragons staring at me from the large bricks that it hangs from. And when i walk further in i see little cabinets that hold thread as big enough to hold a humans body.If i open the coberd  doors it makes a creek from the doors that a bolted to the white bricks.Then as i get closer I feel a breeze of the wind tugging at my hair. As i lie on the big flat squishy mouton i feel relaxed.I feel lonely as the cars roar down the rod.and the  smell of dinner cocking going throw my nose.And the certons swaying making me feel dizzy. i clumber out of my bead i  find myself staring at the cremy white oragarmyi fell drosy and sleepy as i fall back on my bead. BY NATHAN HUMPHREY