Imagery Writing Piece

I run up the stairs after coming home from school knowing that going to my room will be my favorite part of the day. It always is. I skip through my door and automatically hear my furniture blast its built in speakers through my room. It based the music choice off of my mood and began to play so spunky pop music. I let it blast as I close the door because I know no one will be able to hear it through my sound proof walls. I strut over to my closet door with a built in clothing selection tablet and select “comfortable” as my outfit description. It puts together perfectly arranged lounge wear options. I take a few moments swiping through the options before I find one I like the best. My closet quickly takes the command and a bedazzled conveyer belt appears above the closet door circling in my outfit of choice. I grab the outfit, put it on, and plopped onto my bed. My bed uses my temperature and body language to determine my mood and maneuvers itself to accommodate me. Now that I am perfectly comfortable I pull out my compu-glasses. They project a perfect image of a computer screen. I choose to get my math homework don’t first. The glasses take a reading of my thoughts and place it onto the answer section. After I finish my math I peel myself off my cozy, satisfactory bed and twist the volume nob to lower my boisterous music.

After an enjoyable evening in my room, left alone with just myself and my compu-glasses to finish my homework, i finish up Language Arts and Science. Once my studying came to a close I sluggishly walked over to my shower and commanded it to turn on with my voice. It heated to its default setting of about 85 degrees. I took my quick shower in under 10 minutes, dried off, and selected my PJs from my closet door’s tablet. As the conveyer belt strolled around and halted to a stop I grabbed the PJs off the hanger and put them on. I walked back into my bathroom and commanded for some old music to start playing. It started playing music all the way from the 2000s, otherwise known as classical music. My friends don’t like it so much but I find it the best music. The first song that begins to play is one of my favorites, “What Do You Mean” by now deceased artist Justin Bieber. The song’s lyrics and beats fill the room with excitement as I start to dance and sing along to it. After turning on my music I proceed to wash my face. The next song come on and it was called “Drag Me Down” by my favorite old boy band One Direction! Once my whole classical music playlist had come full circle and played all its songs, I finish up and steered myself over to the bed. I climb into my now readjusted bed, command the lights to turn off, and sleep a restful sleep until my room begins to blow out its morning alarm, signifying that I should get up and get ready for another day at school.