Lesson 5: In The Palm of Your Hand

Original:

Causing terror with heaps of toddler energy,

Running frantically through the park,

In the frequently overcast

And gloomy town of Ames, Iowa.

Reluctantly I make my way back to apartment 207,

Being dragged away from a bubble of fun,

But just as the rain started to trickle down to our little world, 

My eyes were suddenly heavy

and I became overwhelmed with tiredness,

My mother magically transporting me back home.

Before I know it I’m back in the comfort of familiarity,

The warm and dim ambient lighting,

Gently filling the small square of our living room,

With our blush deep brown couch, 

Smothered in vivid throw pillows.

But instead, I lay on the soft caramel-colored carpet,

Curled up with my soft pink blanket,

Looking to the big sliding glass doors,

With the pearly lighting reflecting in,

Stealing attention away from the overhead lights,

I peer out into the rainy unknown.

The rain starts to downpour,

To my young eyes, the world appears to be drowning,

The water is endless,

But it’s subdued sound is all I can pay attention to.

The rain starts to sing me to sleep,

With its deeply soothing melody,

I lay on our shag carpet,

In a warm little ball,

I drift away to dreamland.

Edited:

Causing terror with toddler energy,

Running through the park,

In the frequently overcast

Town of Ames, Iowa.

Reluctantly I make my way back to apartment 207,

Being dragged away from a bubble of fun,

But just as the rain started to trickle down to our little world, 

My eyes were suddenly heavy

and I became overwhelmed with tiredness,

My mother transporting me back home.

Before I know it I’m back in the comfort of familiarity,

The warm ambient lighting,

Gently filling our living room,

With our brown couch, 

Smothered in vivid throw pillows.

But instead, I lay on the soft caramel-colored carpet,

Curled up with my soft pink blanket,

Looking to the big sliding glass doors,

With the pearly lighting reflecting in,

I peer out into the rainy unknown.

The rain starts to downpour,

To my young eyes, the world appears to be drowning,

The water is endless,

But it’s subdued sound is all I can pay attention to.

The rain starts to sing me to sleep,

With its deeply soothing melody,

I lay on our shag carpet,

In a warm little ball,

I drift away to dreamland.

I cut out some of the wordy-ness.