My Room!

I was in my messy room. The walls are plain white like the clouds. I heard my mum going past. I taste the buttery popcorn from last night. I felt the wind hitting my face as I danced like a clown. I looked out the windows. And I saw the bright lemon sun I touched the walls, it felt like a soft pillow and I smelt the spring fresh. Perfume as my mum went past like a tiger. It was fresh spring.

By Sabira