The warm cream semi-attached house is now afloat in memories in our metallic street. It is huge, and is the most noticeable building in the area because it shimmers emphasising the laughter, the tear’s and arguments we had. When following the little pat, which I think symbolise; a holy sign, due to the fact that my house has such striking features, the path seems to be straight and narrow symbolising the path to heaven. Following this magnificent path leads me to the most elegant doors I have ever seen. They are made of mahogany and have stained glass window in the centre. The handles and the frames are made of brass. This graceful robust oak door still has my anxious fingerprint imprinted on it. As it tear’s open from its smoothing spot. The warm aroma embraces us, numbing our souls with delight while murmuring harmonious welcoming words until I break free from its soothing grasp. The thunderous laughter of my spontaneous little brother polished my mind away from worries engraving it with breathtaking imagery of a happy childhood.
The Angelic living room spreads it wings to absorb the affectionate emotions it contains. The crystalline feathers are fragranced with a sweet scent of paradise meditating my strangled, sharp, splintered soul. The ebony coloured sofa is flattened by the wild jump we jumped. However we don’t reach the roof, as the roof burst free from our bellowing screams. Our chandelier is now hanging down from heaven. The-wooden dinning table is engraved by the passionate debates and the warm food imprinted throughout generations. Our dining table is fossilized. The crumbs of bread festivity escape the decay. The soft pudding is hidden by the overshadowing tablecloth, which is demolished by the sharp knife and fork piercing its way for its prey on the vulnerable plate. The dining table has a welcoming atmosphere embracing me with all the happiness and warm emotions we’ve experienced on that table.
The kitchen glowed like hot coals in the radiance of the evening sunset. The sunset was approaching as it began to lose the intensity of its heat. However the metallic kitchen shielded us from its remorseless, blistering ray. Once stepping inside the catastrophic chamber; we were drowned in the sweet smell of handpicked roses, from the vase, with gave a gentle red relief to the bright orange blaze. My kitchen fridge is like a word tour around the world, each countries food aroma and unique speciality are stored in there for our taste buds. My kitchen has solid oak framed doors with natural panels and cathedral arches which set the perfect tone for my stunning traditional kitchen. The subtle soap edge curves flatten to smoothness by a disastrous yet fun recipe that had gone wrong. The cutting edge style gives an air of smooth sophistication. As I switch on the light the kitchen burst out of the darkness in search for vibrant colours. In fear we run upstairs pounding each step to freedom.
My room is like the Amazon Rainforest pilled with books everywhere trying to survive the mean hover. My glorious bed lies upon an exotic flower fragranced with the pure scent of heaven. My sheets are made up of magnificent leaves stretch to cover the poise and beauty of the flower. My walls are covered by moss and bird nest’s singing in harmony with the serenity of the calm my forest contains. My oak closet spits out the outfit of the day. The moist floor is covered by nature’s finest materials. My bedroom has modern living down to a fine art. Fresh and light on the eye, the small paradise and the harmony of nature create a clean and fashionable bedroom that will raise envious eyebrows.
As we dance violently to the beat, swinging our arms to different direction. We become so energetic that even my rooms is dancing. I open the windows to escape the anxiety the astonishing garden grasp my gaze. In the darkness it looks like a callous murderer hunting for its victim as the moon silver rays shine ferociously on it. However the Garden is where our souls are let free in that open green space, we’re able to do what we want from just lying looking at the star wondering how small we actually are to playing. The garden doesn’t look spectacular is just a normal modern garden with a bench, trees but what we experienced could not be describe in words. My garden is just a planned space outdoors, set aside for the display, cultivation, and enjoyment of plants and other forms of nature including birth natural and man-made materials.
I shut the window to be embraced by the welcoming bed which stimulates my mind. Before I daze off to an adventures dream I say:
“Home Sweet Home, There’s no place like Home!”
