WTA #3
The night was chill, and when I stepped out of the car my toes crinkled. The front yard was the same since last time. The tall bushes were forest green, the rose bushes were pink as ever, and the grass still had the dew drops from the morning.
Pushing the gate open, I felt like walking to the back lawn. The dirt was water beneath my feet. I fell back and made a this-could-be-heaven face. Eventually I had to unpack the car so I grabbed my suitcase, walked in the house, and stood by the oven. The rolls looked like a beautiful masterpiece, waiting to be eaten. I walked up the brown shag carpet stairs to the landing.
“What room am I sleeping in mom!” I yelled from upstairs.
“The middle one!” she called out.
“Fine!”
The room hadn't changed at all. The bed had the same old musty, blue bedspread. I sat down, and the frame groaned beneath me. The curtains had the same leaf pattern, and the mirror still had the hand print on it from 4 years ago. It felt like home.
This was a writing assignment that i had. can you guess whos house it is?
Um, Grandma Baker's? Although I can't be certain because I'm old enough that I have a hard time imagining her house with grass - I still think of it as having the old dichondra! :)
ReplyDeleteps. you are a great writer!
your right. ive never seen it with dichondra. isnt that the stuff at disneyland though. thanks
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