I Hate Storms - An Essay
Ahem...I Hate Storms!
Sitting here waiting for a storm. Wishing it away, but the howling wind tells me it's coming soon. I have always been afraid of storms. Underneath the bed, was where you would find me as a child. Tonight, I am much larger than I was at age 7 and being underneath my air mattress doesn't provide as much comfort as one might think.
Damn this house with no damn basement!
The basement of my dreams would not be dank and dark, but filled with excitement galore - a craft corner with crayons, markers, paper, and more!
A board game corner where Monopoly, Uno, and Clue will be played - a corner filled floor to ceiling with books. A to Z, they will be displayed.
The last little corner will be special no doubt - a fortress of pillows and blankets - a stress free zone to lounge about.
A very tall bed sits in the middle of the floor - it's not for sleeping - underneath you will find my big butt during storms!
I HATE STORMS!
© LMY 1.29.2013
