Toto, were not in northbrook anymore.

Good evening, my entertained slaves, Through the eighth wonder of the world which is my mind, I have once again constructed a masterpiece. this time: a narrative paragraph reformatted into an extremely long free verse poem.  


Enjoy 


OR ELSE



I remember
when I was four,
I moved
into the house
I live in today.
At the time,
I didn’t
understand
that a change
in my life
was imminent.
One day,
my mom picked me up
from my tennis lesson as usual,
except
that we didn’t go
home.
We came to the house
we had been in
a few weeks ago
for a reason I couldn't
understand.
We came
into this house,
not my home
Its nice
fuzzy
carpeted floors
comforting
my feet
and smells of lavender
which appealed to me,
lavender
being my favorite smell.
But why
were we
here?
I remember
the moment when
my brother Mike
and I
came into a room,
unaware that it would become my room.
As my brother,
sat down at a desk,
I grabbed
a glass of what
looked like
Pepsi,
but as soon as
I tipped it
to my mouth,
the blob
of jelly
(made to look
like soda),
plopped
on my face.
I remember it smelled
like rubber
and more lavender.
I burst out
laughing
and so
did mike.
Now, two weeks later,
I still pondered
why we were
in what
I would
now know as
my house.
I came in
to see mike,
my dad,  
and my roman
(dad’s cousin)
sitting
on the couch
and talking.
Wait.
These couches
were the ones from
home.
What was going on?
More familiar furniture
was brought in,
and I finally
realized
what was going on…
and I didn’t mind.
This house
was nice, not
as small
as our old one.
This one also
has a
basement!  
I fell
asleep
that night
happy, and
not the
least bit
homesick.