Dream House Essay
Abby La Belle
My Dream House –
As I approach the lot in which my dream house awaits, sitting on an ocean shore. A simple two story home, painted a light blue with white shudders. A balcony, that wraps around the entire second floor of the house. The bedroom’s on the second floor with white French doors that lead to the balcony. I walk up the small, few wooden stairs that lead to the white wooden door. I turn the silver colored door-knob counter clockwise pushing the door open. Walking into the living room with my husband Greyson, sitting on the brown leather sectional couch, watching the television. With a brown leather arm chair, sitting a few feet away from the couch, sitting at the end of the glass coffee table that sits directly in the middle of the room. A forty-six inch television placed on a brown entertainment center. The room’s walls painted a medium-like beige color, the floors a cherry hardwood flooring color, family photos hanging on the wall by the stairs, and a patio door that leads to the deck, with a great view of the ocean’s shore. Eventually I then walk out of the living room and walk quietly passed the front door once more, going straight into what is the office and library. There’s a mahogany desk by the bay window, where sits a laptop which is Greyson’s and mine. A beige arm chair that sits in the corner with a foot rest sat in front of it and two wooden bookshelves on each side of the room. The one shelf that is closest to Greyson’s desk, is full of medical books and law books. The other shelf, closest to the beige arm chair has story books with authors such as Nicholas Sparks, Charles Dickens, Ernest Hemingway, and short story authors such as Edgar Allen Poe, and O. Henry, etc. Soon enough, I then walk out of the office as I start to walk down a hallway that has some family photos hung there. I then approach a small split like room. To the right there is the kitchen and to the left there is the dining room, I decide to turn right
My Dream House –
As I approach the lot in which my dream house awaits, sitting on an ocean shore. A simple two story home, painted a light blue with white shudders. A balcony, that wraps around the entire second floor of the house. The bedroom’s on the second floor with white French doors that lead to the balcony. I walk up the small, few wooden stairs that lead to the white wooden door. I turn the silver colored door-knob counter clockwise pushing the door open. Walking into the living room with my husband Greyson, sitting on the brown leather sectional couch, watching the television. With a brown leather arm chair, sitting a few feet away from the couch, sitting at the end of the glass coffee table that sits directly in the middle of the room. A forty-six inch television placed on a brown entertainment center. The room’s walls painted a medium-like beige color, the floors a cherry hardwood flooring color, family photos hanging on the wall by the stairs, and a patio door that leads to the deck, with a great view of the ocean’s shore. Eventually I then walk out of the living room and walk quietly passed the front door once more, going straight into what is the office and library. There’s a mahogany desk by the bay window, where sits a laptop which is Greyson’s and mine. A beige arm chair that sits in the corner with a foot rest sat in front of it and two wooden bookshelves on each side of the room. The one shelf that is closest to Greyson’s desk, is full of medical books and law books. The other shelf, closest to the beige arm chair has story books with authors such as Nicholas Sparks, Charles Dickens, Ernest Hemingway, and short story authors such as Edgar Allen Poe, and O. Henry, etc. Soon enough, I then walk out of the office as I start to walk down a hallway that has some family photos hung there. I then approach a small split like room. To the right there is the kitchen and to the left there is the dining room, I decide to turn right