Somewhere safe
Nina Yang
W&CIII
11/08/2014
Sometimes, I wander what
will be like at the corner in my room, the little place behind my closet, or
the cave under my desk. These are the places that people would never pay
attention to and would never go to; these are the places that people forget the
most and have the most dirt. To satiate my curiosity, I decided to explore one
of these places in my room. Yesterday, I crawled under my desk where I had
never been to. I sited there and observed for several minutes.
For me, it seems like a big
wood cave where safe to hide. It’s much darker than outside. To be honest, I
feel relaxed and comfortable to stay down here. I’m right now sitting on the
carpet I bought. It’s soft and furry, which is cozy to sit on it. The first thing that caught my eyes is the
surface of the cave because it’s grainy, and it’s not that smooth than my desk.
I feel a little dizzy when I stare at the graininess for a long time. The
coarse surface is pricking my hand when I’m touching it. Although it was kind
of dark down here, I can still recognize the color of the surface is yellowish
brown. Besides, I feel like I’m able to think faster down there because it’s quieter.
In addition, I can sniff out the smell of the wood. I was not able to sniff the
smell on my desk, but I can smell it inside here. In fact, the stubborn wood
smell makes me feel a little upset since I could imagine all the trees that
were used to make the desk is crying in front me. The aftertaste of the smell
is like begging that: “Stop killing us.” It’s like using the last minute of its
life to asking for the survival of itself and other trees.
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