early monring story by Jasminegrace

My bedroom is glowing with light.The sun was not yet risen,the birds were not chirping and my door opened its mouth and gleared at me in the shadows.

The slippery grass was covered in a yeit's fur, the nextdoor treehouse was vanished into thin air, my drawers were a blob in darknes, my tv was just a black door.

Sneaking and being sly to get my nintendo and exploring the darkness.To the kitchen and back A glance got my eye.Dusty desert my throat is like.Who is that beined me... oh mum its you.Kids shouting there lungs out,I touch the freezing floor.I smell the cold air. where is the floor who took my floor? mayby it had growed legs and ran away.