THE BIG PREMIRE

Katerina Smarts opened the creek wooden door to the musty bedroom that was now her own. She glanced down at the dusty wood floor and set down her backpack. A small window let in light and the dust shimmered in the luminous air. The walls were a creme color, well, at least where is wasn't peeling. There was no closet, but there was a chipped up Armour on the opposite wall of the window. She ventured farther into the spacious room.
She gazed out the dirty window to see the pile of dead grass called "The Yard". Beyond that was a cinder block structure that she assumed was the garage. An old car sat in the middle of the lawn, it was rusted and stood now as a memorial to the days passed.
Disgusted, she turned to examine the Armour. The doors were carved with intricate patterns of swirls and swoops. The knobs were not original and the denim blue clashed horribly with the dark wood. She opened the doors and her bottom jaw fell to the floor at what she saw. NO. This was only a dream. This couldn't be real. Who in all of the world would just leave this piece of pure grace just sitting here to rot in this trash heap of a house?