My Room is a Mess

    I opened the door a little too quickly. CRASH! Oops, I forgot to clean my room. "Ow," I remarked as a heap of junk ten feet high fell on my head. I didn't know that could happen in real life. I finally managed to get up, my head throbbing, but when I looked in my room, I got an even bigger headache.
     "Clean your room!" My mom yelled from across the house. I guess she heard the crash.
     "This is gonna take a year!" I whined to myself, but I started in on the task. I did a graceful swan dive into the mess and started swimming about, looking for a place to start. I decided to do the top first. Semi-dirty clothes with a standable stink went into the laundry, old homework, still readable, but wrinkled, thrown away. other miscleaneous junk put in their places.
     The bottom layer was thouroughly putrid. Moldy clothes and food, squished bugs-oozing, and the stench was unbearable. Too bad I didn't have a toxic waste disposal chute. I disposed the garbage carefully and finally success! I could see the floor.
     Time to vacuum at last. I grabbed the vacuum. "Whirr Whirr," growled the vacuum. Up went white dust, brown dirt, green mold, white mold, and smelly mildew. After I was finished, I sniffed around.
     "Ahh, much better," I said. My room was clean at last, but how long had it taken me? I looked at the clock. Relieved, I found out that I had underestimated, just a little. =)

The End