“The real world is where the monsters are.” ― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief
I´ve found the real world today. It´s on my grandma´s attic.
My grandma´s attic is a horrible place. It starts when you come up the stairs. The light is dark and the dust is everywhere (Not good for allergic like me). First you see a big white door. It´s old-fashioned and if you open it the door clamps and makes strange noises, a typical stereotype. Then you are finally in the attic.
The attic is a big grey room.
On your left you see two windows.
The light shines through them. Around the windows there are thousands of spiders with their cobwebs. Even if you look at them you feel disgusted, except you are a spider friend. On the floor under the windows lay dead insects. Butterflies, spiders, flies, beetles. Also very horrifying.
On your right side you see an empty room. There is only one lonely wardrobe.
Years ago, when my grandma was still alive, I liked this place. There were so many wardrobes full of costumes. Together with my cousins I came there for several times. We opened the wardrobes and disappeared into another world, a world full of draws, princesses, speaking animals and monsters. We had a lot of fun.
But now everything had changed.
The wardrobes are removed and I am old enough to clean windows.
So today I cleaned all the windows in the house for a fundraiser.
Also the two attic windows, but at the end, because the worst comes at the close.
It was …
Let´s say I´ve seen enough monsters for a very long time.
Even now I can feel the spiders climbing on my arms and it´s two hours ago.
Ugh.
Every one of you can be happy not to have done that.
Hope you had a better day than me.
Theresa