There's a screen door
That slams if you let it shut by itself.
The woven metal rattles distinctly.
It wakes my parents up,
Causes my dog to leap from her perch on the couch.

There are floorboards
That groan with each step.
The sanded surface is smooth.
It has this smell that fills the room,
It's old, but it's pleasant, and I liked to breathe it deeply.

There are windows
That fill the walls.
They let all the natural light in.
They're a great alternative
To the screen door when I'm locked out.

There's a doorframe
That sits at the top of the stairs.
It leads to parent's bedroom
We've marked all of our heights on it,
With different colored pencils.
That's my favorite part.