Cabin Free Write

As I imagine a cabin, I start from the outside. It is day time but the dense canopy of the deciduous forest keeps out most of the sun. The ground is speckled with splotches of light and is covered in brown crunchy leaves slowly decaying. There is a old gravel path that leads up to the house but is dominated by grass. The exterior of the cabin is splintery and the bark is peeling. As I cautiously walk inside it smells dusty and ancient. There is a creaky rocking chair that is mysteriously tilting back and forth. Probably because of the slight gust from when I opened the in need of new paint door. There are plenty of windows that shed light beams exposing the dust in the air. I carefully tip toe through the living room with only wooden furniture carful not to wake anything I don't want to encounter. The kitchen is extremely bright and the floors are recently steamed cleaned white tile. It is super modern with a floating island in the middle only held by an oddly shaped piece of metal. There is a bowl of fruit with perfectly ripe bananas with a ting of green on the stem. I pick up the banana and unpeel it, eager to bite into the firm fruit. As I bite the banana I hear someone walk into the room and I quickly hide the peel behind my back and guilty chew. It’s my mom and I feel relieved. All of a sudden I’m back to the comfort of my home and my imagination has retreated to the truth of reality.