Clean Room - Word War - 5 min.

i couldn't stop running. I was going so fast I simply...couldn't. At least, that was my lame excuse, after sliding to the floor in a heap after having bashed my head on the footboard of my bed upon skidding round' the corner. It wasn't much of a run. It was mostly just an opportunity to skim around the carpet on socks. Unfortunately, my room doesn't provide for that kind of space. There's a bed...a dresser...a chest...a bookshelf..a desk...a nighstand..a pile of music junk..extemp box...and a trashcan. Nope, not much room for "slip 'n' slid" - ing. Too bad. But don't get me wrong, this overload of stuff I speak of is far from junk, and far from disorganized. It's just a small space. Even when there IS a mess, it's a proccessed and organized one. The clothes lay NEATLY in a pile, all together, as opposed to strewn across the room. My books lay...in a sort of neat stack on every avaliable surface. But it's neat, I guarantee it! Sort of, at least. And while my music papers may at some time be plastered across the floor, I would hesitate to call it a mess. I'd say it's more like an artistic...fashion. See? I know what I'm doing. Anyhow, let's go back to this fall of mine. As I lay in a crumpled heap under the footboard, I glance under the bed while grasping my knee tightly, wincing. But what I view causes me to gasp quite audibly. underneath the massive mattress lay a beautiful sight to behold. Dust and dead bugs to be sure, but not a single thing out of place! There was my school box neatly to one side, my scrapbooks on the other, books at the front.. and that was just about it. Yes! Proof of my diligence had finally seeped through! If I failed at everything else in life, everything! At least I could say I triumphed in the hardest area of life....keeping a clean under the bed.