Moving Day

I stare at the house. Long, and hidden in the trees. This house has a stone mouse staring back at me. I slowly walk toward my mother she says, go on, pick a room! I forgot! A room! Running past my brother, I cry, race you! He jumps and hurries to catch up. The door is sky blue, and opened wide, our things are being moved. I beat my brother inside. I gasp, eyes like oceans/ What a beautiful home.