And I was going to spend my senior year here.
I slowly walked in taking in the scents and light, then layed down on the carpet right in the middle of the empty room. It brushed against my bare legs and settled beneath me as my body sank in.
A soft breeze blew across my face and down the top of my legs from the open window.
I was spread out on the carpet like a star with my head looking straight up. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, my chest sinking down, as I stared at the swirls in the ceiling and looked around.
One thing was for sure. I had never seen carpet quite like this.
The shag was so long you could grip it with your toes. I could feel the strands between my fingers as I slowly ran my hand back and forth across it.
I bet I could make a snow angel. The thought of that made me smile and laugh.
My eyes rolled around taking it all in.
Two windows. Two closet doors. One door to the hall. Ugly wallpaper with some sort of swirly pattern. And carpet the color of a cherry pie. Good thing it was my favorite color.
I did wonder who was in this room before me. It had to be a girl because it didn't smell like stinky socks and sweat. And no boy would have wallpaper like that.
My mind was swirling with ideas.
And then my peaceful moment was over. I heard my brother's footsteps thundering up the stairs. The moving van had arrived.
Today's TRDC prompt was to write about the color red. Without actually saying the word RED.
“Give me a memory of the color red. Do not write the word 'red' but use words that engender the color red when you hear them. For example: a ruby, a tomato, fire, blood." 600 words max.
Bring on the concrit. I'm ready.