English revision! Hope you enjoy! *now I kinda want to write Narnia fanfics too!*
Describe your wardrobe...
I know most of us have heard of Narnia and how Lucy found the wardrobe that led her into a completely different world, full of different mythological beings- well, I like to draw a comparison between Lucy and myself because on a daily basis, I too, enter a world of many items that shall not be spoken of.
It may not be extravagant like the highly ornamented, grand wardrobe leading to Narnia; it is simple, yet the wonder comes over you like that snowy wind that blew while the witch ruled over Narnia. You inspect the various cut-out photographs of animals carefully attached to the wood with Sellotape which may be compared to the carefully crafted figures that tell tales of old. Or maybe not.
Slowly, you open the door and when it is fully ajar, you muse over its contents.
If you were to open the wardrobe, best foot forward, the first thing that would meet your feet would be the softness of the cardigans strewn across the floor but you'd have to watch out for the occasional coat-hanger that had already selected its prey. I wouldn't be as crazy as to actually enter the wardrobe, even in a game of 'hide and seek' because once you enter, you will never come out as an avalanche of various items 'misplaces' on top of the wardrobe would bar your exit.
But let's assume you did go in...
Would you leave the door open? Surely, it would keep you safe and the artificial light from the bedroom would reassure you. However, this wouldn't be exciting, adventurous or courageous. If you went in and closed the door, being very unwise to bring a torch, the soft fabric of the cotton t-shirts would be surprised to see anyone- they never see the light of day. How about the trousers? They'd drape lifelessly over their hangers like raw meat at a butcher's. They'd be the least of your worries though. The memories would float around their cramp confinement; you wouldn't make it to Narnia but instead you'd feel the flaky patches on the old guiding uniform, you'd smell the freshly baked bread smell, still lingering on that apron used Christmases ago, you'd hear the crunch as you accidentally step on that pen, the pen that would never be found after its fate was sealed when it dropped into the wardrobe. You'd taste the dust settling on the primary school shirt where everybody signed their names. And, tossed aside to the furthest corner of the wardrobe, would be this Narnia's very own Aslan- a stuffed toy of a lion, roaring its plea to escape.
I really enjoyed writing this! I hope you enjoyed reading it too! Please review!