In the room of magic,

I felt like I was amazingly, great but cheeky Harry Potter.

In the room of hope,

I felt like I could do anything and never give up.

In the loft of craziness,

I felt crazy running through my veins as fast as super Sonic.

In the attic of angry cats,

Scratches filled the blue, fishy wallpaper on the gloomy, grey walls.

In the room of chickens,

The odour of awful, stinky raw BBQ chicken filled the fresh luscious air.