The Wall Right In Front of Me

Okay, so Shimmer, one of my friends through NaNo, gave me a blogging dare.

To describe the wall in front of me. In two hundred words.

So, this wall in front of me, it's not a wall! It's a desk, you morons. The wall of a desk, or maybe a board... okay, the wood is a dark brown, maybe oak?  It feels smooth, though it's quite dusty. There are a few nails that come out and poke my hand.

I moved, once, and we took the desk with us. This wall/desk is old, very old, like sixteen years old. If we gave it away, I'd miss it. It's weird, how we miss things that are insignificant. Well, I don't know if this wall/desk is insignificant, I think that's it's kind of important.

Right now, the wall/desk is a bit warm, since the computer is heating it up. Other days, it can be really freezing cold. Also, a bunch of toys, paper, is lined up against the wall/desk. nd, for some weird reason, it smells sort of like flowers. A flower I can't name. Also, my sister is currently knocking on it, believing it's some sort of magical door that may bring her to Narnia. Which is impossible, of course. Also, the wall/desk has some scratches on it from a cat my family used to have. Done.


YAY!! I MADE IT!! HOORAH!!!! BEAT THAT, SHIMMER!!!

Okay, Shimmer, your new dare is to..... summary your favorite movie in 100 words. Only.