AsTTle writing

Today I am going to describe my special place…   The master bedroom of messiness!! I have spent a total of 7 years there and there are still more to come. Last time we had to write about friendship, that was hard, but with the skills I have learnt through the year I am going to make this BTB! Read to the end and your socks will be blown off!  { I hope… }

The bedroom. A place where disasters may occur. A place to relax. The only room in the house that I feel lost in a different world, if we weren’t here, I could not tell you this. The curtains have teddy bears on them, each one of them have a unique expression like everybody should. When I open the window, a soft breeze flows in like a cloud lost at sea. My owl is filled with a herb called lavender, and that gives the room a nice sense of freedom, I like to flop down on my bed and enter my own little world, I feel for my radio and turn that on, it’s like the war is over and everyone is free of danger, even though we are not.

If it is raining and cold, and the fire is going, I can wander over to the room with the chimney and close the doors trap heat in. It always feels like a warm tiny cottage where it is safe to hide. There is another little door in my room, that leads to a low roof and long 8 meters, once I had friends over and we were playing with the door and then I jammed my finger in it. It is also where is store all my junk and old toy that I don’t need anymore. The only thing is I don’t like leaving the door open for too long, because of those little rodents called mice. Yes, if one gets out we have to run the whole house down to just get it.

Just recently we got a nice cat named tucker, and he keeps down the numbers of mice. He comes up to my room sometimes and then dad shoves him down. Back to the story… The room of messiness is kept messy, if it is cleaned I cannot find anything, that means I can roar the house down like a lion. I can also listen to my weird voice if I want, but I choose not to. I have made many huts that have lasted for about a week, each one is different. The are many more different combinations that I can do, so until we move houses I am going to keep making those devilish huts, that hide me from my friends. When I am in them I need a torch otherwise I can’t see a thing like a bat, in other words, I am as blind as a bat in there.

That pretty much wraps it up, I have talked a little bit about some of what is looks like, what I do in there, where some doors lead to, and my huts that I made. I hope I have blown your socks off otherwise I still hope you enjoyed!!

By Bridget