Personal Narrative Essay: My Dream House

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My Dream House Ever since I was a little girl, I have been imagining what my future would be like; these imaginations included future husband, future job, and future home. One might say that their dream home as a child differed vastly from what they would now want as an adult, but for me they go pretty hand in hand. In this essay, I plan to create a vivid image of the layout to which my future home will contain, because yes, this home will be a reality in my future. It is in the middle of Mississippi or Tennessee, woods all around in a town not many people have heard of and hidden is a long winding driveway that leads to aa meadow. To the left of the meadow a big wooden tree house can be seen in the distance slightly a glow with twinkling …show more content…
The door to the entrance is a pale yellow to match the flowers in the garden, which are also the same flowers lining the window sills. Just inside the door sits a beautiful hand-crafted inn table where shoes go underneath, keys hang above, and books and magazines scatter across the top. About ten feet diagonally to the right of the inn table sits a maroon sectional that wraps around the living room from the back right wall to the center of the room. There’s a large grey and pale yellow designed rug set underneath the couch and a television sitting directly in front of the couch on the wall facing diagonal to the entrance. Take a turn to the left and there is another doorway that divides into two separate …show more content…
The comforter is fluffy white with black and gold accent pillows laying neatly at the top and a decorative black blanket laid across the end. To the right of the bed is a nightstand with a lamp and some books as well as a sliding glass door that leads out to yet another balcony which overlooks the garden and the movie theater. To the left of the bed sits another nightstand with an alarm clock and a jewelry holder and just beneath the nightstand lays a black shag rug. The wall facing opposite of the bed holds the plasma television set as well as some artwork. On the left side wall in the bedroom is the last doorway in which leads to the bathroom. There is a stand up shower to the right, a deep jet bathtub to the left, and a closet as big as the laundry room alongside the

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