5 June 2012
A response to @bluegerbil.
Sunlight shines into, The jungle I lie in. Crumpled paper strewn everywhere, Except for in the bin.
The bed rocks and wheezes, Under the weight of all the mess. To attempt to tame the wilderness, Would just be too much stress.
So I sit on the cluttered mountain, Watching as ruler of the pride. Hearing the yells and squawks of the monsters, As they struggle to fight inside.
"You- can't, keep it like this!" They fumble, prising open the door. "Are you coming down for dinner or not?" I replied lazily, "Sure."
I stare at where the door should be, Looking for the handle. But all I can find is; a pencil, a toothbrush, A Harry Potter bookmark and a candle.
As realisation dawns, I try to push away the hunch. But what's the use in a parent-proof room, If you can't go down for lunch?
My Bedroom • Opuss № I