The Broken Chair
I woke to a soft knocking on my green window sill. I jumped out of my low, yellow bed. The odd knocking on the window grew louder, and I jumped with surprise to see a old man at my window. He nodded his small head at me, looked with green eyes and smiled a self-Satisfied smile. I stumbled back, running swiftly into the old chair, the one that my parents gave me for the green christmas last year. It fell, with me and my pink night gown with it.