by Jared Robbins

Created on: October 09, 2010

I played in my room with my ninja turtle action figures. I had Leonardo doing his daily hike atop Mount Nightstand. I managed to get him to stand on his two feet without any support objects, but he still wobbled a little. His journey continued until I heard a sound coming from downstairs. The rustling of keys as they tickled the tumblers alerted me that my father was home. "Daddy," I yelled, as I immediately stopped playing and went to greet him.

I scurried out of my room to the hallway, until I veered left, to the winding mahogany staircase on the right leading downstairs. I proceeded to descend the staircase one step at a time, making sure to hold on the the guard railing for dear life. When my feet finally touched the cold adobe tile, my father gave me a big hug, and carried me into the kitchen. My father had his typical black Italian leather briefcase in his right hand, but a bag in his left that I couldn't identify. "I have a surprise for you..." my father said, as he opened the bag to reveal a blue nightlight (looking back on it now, it's funny to think that I was genuinely excited about having that nightlight). I thought it was the greatest thing in the world. I had never been more eager about going to bed.

I followed him though the kitchen, through the main hallway and up the winding stairs. When we reached the top of the staircase, I watched as he walked right, past the pilot light panel on the left, into the master bedroom and disappeared around the corner. I could see the back portion of his huge cherry-wood canopy bed through the half-opened door. His red satin sheets were strewn across the surface. My room sat on the right end of the upstairs pathway. It was the first door on the left. I walked through my door and noticed that Leonardo wasn't in the same spot as before. He plummeted to his death. His lifeless corpse lay on my lava floor. I sat on my bed, which nestled almost perfectly in a square-cut alcove in the left corner of the room perpendicular to the door. I anxiously awaited my father's entrance when I noticed that it was starting to get dark outside. Normally, I saw the lush, green Southern California valley from my window. Calabasas high school's baseball, soccer, and track fields sat right behind the house. But the lower end of the horizon started to fade with the orange, yellow, and violet hues of the star filled universe. Subtle vibrations, like that of a passing train, started emanating from the floor in direct harmony with the sound

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