As the wind swished past my ear I knew it was too late
To clean my room.
The wind became stronger causing my room to shake violently

I hear the dreadful shuttering of my drawers
My mirror starts to slump over to the powerful winds power

Causing my room to shake more violently now
all  of my clothes begin to fall to the floor from inside my dressers
Toys began to fly out my closet like a chariot in the ancient times of egypt

I watch intently as my room starts to become worse and worse before me
I could hear intently from outside my door Yelling to me
“CLEAN YOUR ROOM” they yelled annoyingly from behind the solid white door

I began to fall into the pit darkness of this dump
I could see piles of everything in the room flying around hitting other things like a magnet causing everything to come together
And…..Fall to my floor

I  try to scream as they fall on me
but muffled from my clothes to toys covering my face
filling my room so high it was like in those tv shows about obsessing over random things

I knew it was over
i slumped over in defeat as was my arm was the only thing not covered by the dump

I could hear muffled in the background “clean your room… clean your room… CLEAN YOUR ROOM”!?!?
Then that's when i felt it
It pulled me out of the this Frustration

I looked to see my parents still  holding my arm up
I felt a cold sweat go down my back
As he let me go to give me a good yelling
I re cleaned my room but just like a rerun it happens over and over again……
It's like it never ends…..

                                           ~And So The End Of My Messy Room~