My Messy Room I am currently sitting in my bedroom, on a cold winter day. My feet touching the rough surface of my ancient Persian carpet, walls of orangey orange stare at me through the pictures on them, and the mountains of dirty clothes falling over me as if there was an avalanche going on. Today is not going well as I feel stressed from all the chores that I have, plus the cleaning of my over infected room. Even though every visitor that gets to see my room may suffer blindness from seeing the mess, I love this room because it has a certain warmth and glow that allows my mind to rest in peaceful bliss.
Yes, maybe there is a smell of wet dog and there are pets that I never brought home crawling around every corner of this room but it is the place where I grew up and feel safe to be when I am down. There are so many great treasures hidden in this room that as soon as I clean, I feel water drops fall from my dark brown eyes and run across my cheeks until they fall from my chin and hit the floor. Out of a 24 hour day I may only take 7 hours to get this place spotless and be able to observe the wonders hidden inside of the black door that covers the entrance.
The day has come so I have to clean my room. I get the mop, the broom, and cleaning chemicals my mom has left for me. Every step I give liberates a smell that makes my nose want to give up on me. The orangey orange walls seem to cry for the day the spiders will not crawl up on them anymore. My carpet at last is vacuumed with a 50 year old vacuum that my grandma had left for me. I can’t believe that my room looks so big and clean in such a short period of time. The walls are now more of a bright orangey orange and the carpet gives a nice tropical fruit smell from a chemical I have to put on it.
My mother as soon as she arrives from her job runs to me and gives me 20 dollars so I don’t understand why I don’t like cleaning my room if I get rewarded for doing it. My drawers are not vomiting my clothing out of it and my room doesn’t let the wet dog smell out anymore now it is a tropical and cinnamon smell that attracts everyone that comes to the house. The day after a tornado comes through my room and lifts all unnecessary things I am able to smell the cinnamon coming out of a wall air freshener that is placed under the window that is on the right orangey orange wall.
The warm covers on the bed that are now visible make this a comfortable place to cover up and read or watch a favorite movie on the laptop I found under a pile of clothes. As the light filters through the curtains an amazing rainbow appears on the wall opposite the window. I discovered the rainbow as a child when I hung a prism from science class on the knob of my dresser. The prism has hung on the oak stained dresser ever since and it brings a smile when I look at it and remember how many things in my room are treasures from my childhood.
The tiny car in the miniature racetrack on the top of the chest was given to me by my great grandmother when I was four years old. Although the car hasn’t been played with for years, it reminds me of a special wrinkly lady that would read stories to me. The corner where the homeless pets once lived has a city drawn with crayons from when I was 8 years old. So many treasures are hidden from years that have passed before dark brown my eyes. Three days have passed since I had cleaned my room and guess what?
It is starting to get the wet dog smell, my Mount Everest of clothing is starting to grow, and my drawers are starting to get sick from my clothing and vomiting my clothing. I see the spiders starting to come out of the corners and my homeless pets coming in without me even inviting them. I need to hand a shiny white board to make a schedule and reminders where I can see how to keep my room clean. My light bulbs are starting to turn brown from all the dust that is on my ceiling so the only choice would be to do a full cleanup which I really need.
My room is now starting to turn into my nighty cave that everyone is afraid of when they get invited to come to my house. I promise myself that this room will be as clean as the sky and as shinny as a brand new mirror from now on. In conclusion I can say that my room is a cave full of strange animals and spots of flesh that I am not sure where it comes from. I need to get the Wet dog smell off of the carpets and get the pets out of here so they can search for a new dirty house to stay in. My room will soon become the clean sky and shiny mirror I would like it to be as soon as I buy my white board and clean myself as well.