I sat at my computer desk and looked around the trashy room. Clothes and socks lay scattered around the floor. Crumpled sketches and old ideas were thrown through out the ground. My bed was a messy heep of blankets and my dirty clothes basket looked like a mountain of sweaty shirts. I looked back towards my desk, hoping that maybe I would show some organisation, but my eyes were met with candy wrappers and loose change. Random camera accessories and movie catalogs were layed out on my desk. I was surrounded by a room of disorganization.
Because of the heaps of clothes, the door to my room was slow pushed open. I looked over to see my mom struggling to get through my bedroom door. I turned my desk chair around quickly. Realising what I giant mess I was living in, I smiled hoping my mom would focus on me, rather than the mess around me. It didn’t work.
Before I even knew what was happening, I was throwing dirty laundry into the washing machine. My mom didn’t take to the style of my room and she quickly told me to straighten it out. “In half an hour, this place will look just fine,” I thought to myself, but at the same time, I knew it would probably only take half an hour to turn it back into a pig pen. I guess that’s life.
May 22, 2009 at 1:41 am |
You were definitely wide-awake, Luke! Your writing made me feel like I was right in the middle of the mess. It doesn’t take long, does it, to be in the middle of such a mess? My take-away from this is to stay on top of my life —- spirit, soul and body —- in order to avoid such clutter. Great job!