The night went as well as expected
small branches brushed against the wooden windows
as if a small animal was scratching to get in
light winds blew whistling in a falsetto fashion
the clock ticked merrily in its encased antique wood
chiming every half hour just to remind us it was still there.
The house rattled as if it was being taken from its founds
lifted by a giant and placed back on the very spot it arose from
trickling drips of water landing in the sink like depth charges
making sure it was heard above all other sounds
like stereo effects in a surround sound system
on a wide screem movie feature.
There was nothing frighteneing in the night
the house was resting, gaining energy from the day before
hard steps of family feet marching through the house
like an army, settling in some rooms whilst moving from others
the battleground being the kitchen and the lounge
the bedrooms used rarely.
So even he/she needed rest from the battle
even knowing he/she might not win the war it will stand its ground.
stairs climbed like an assault course hundreds of times a day
toilets being flushed as if Niagra falls had taken over that day
chairs jumped on like an athlete jumping on a trampolene
everyone seeking to be at peace.
Television turned on, no one watching
the sound belting off the walls and echoing into each room
blared music turned to maximum volume
hairdryers blowing hot wind in a rush to dry soggy heads
beats thumping as if bombs had landed in the lounge
the house shaking as if stretched to its limits.
Lights shining away as if the sun had stayed out twenty four hours
every socket imaginable used with electricity pumping
doors swung open nearly unhinged
cat flap creaking as if the Adams Family lived there
imagining the Butler calling "you rang"
but in he walks bold as brass no care in the World.
As we come to the final hour, when sockets are switched off
the television peaked, the music dies
lights start to fade one by one
the fire embers go dull
doors are all closed
he/she has survived to fight another day.
This is how I imagine a busy family home to be on a daily basis, imagine if your house could speak, just what would it say? hey you watch my paintwork, get those kids of my cupboards lol, it would be complaining all the time hehe.
Is your house a battlezone?? when does it settle? next time you have a busy day, read this and imagine what the house is thinking lol.