Personal Narrative: I Clean My Closet

Today I decided to be productive, so I set off to clean my closet. It was horrendous. A pile of laundry so high that it reached the ceiling. Not a single article of clothing hanging from a hanger, except for socks without a match. Wrappers and empty bags scattered across the remaining part of the empty floor. Something gooey dripping from a shelf and something crunchy beneath my feet. The light fixture flickers as I make my way into the landfill that is my closet and I get started. I fill up one basket with my laundry, barely making a dent, and stuff it into the washing machine. Next, I clean up the goop, after a closer look, it was possibly honey or my third-grade science experiment. Next, I grab a garbage bag and get to removing the trash on the ground. …show more content…
Huh. I always thought my closet was carpeted. Ding! I move my clean laundry to the dryer and load the next basket of laundry. I prepare the third basket and begin to clear the hangers for the clean laundry. I don't have a home for the socks quite yet so I throw them onto my desk to worry about later. I grab some more garbage bags from the kitchen to finish off the garbage on the floor. Soon enough, every candy wrapper, receipt, failed homework assignment, and the indecipherable papers were disposed