Whoosh i'm jumping out of my loft bed onto a bean bag faar faaaaaaaaaarrr below.
My sister goes whoosh into the bean bag with a sly look on her face
It’s my turn, I climb up the ladder into my bed. I’m falling, staring at that grey bean bag DETERMINED to find my mark, but suddenly there is nothing
Grey to land on. My sister is laughing im smiling, awkwardly.
Boom, bam, crash, bang.
The emotion of noise coming together in perfect harmony.
I'm laughing on the high notes,I'm crying on the lows, I'm dancing in my seat as a wave of emotion washes through the crowd engulfing everyone in its rhythm.
My sleeves,
Rainbows seeing strong color,
My hands run on the back,
Textures are making my fingers bump,
Protecting their residents from the tough environment.