I come home late,
Oh God!

The house is on fire,
The redness engulfs it,
Like a ghost hugging it,
But it's not all bad,
At least I'll have an excuse,
On why I didn't do my homework.

But wait!
My possessions!

I dash,
And frantically look,
For my childhood teddy bear,
The memories, the soft fur,
The round shape and.....
Oddly disproportionate face.

I grab it while it's half aflame,
I slam it on the wall,
The flame vanishes.

Next is my notebook,
All my terrible writing ideas are there,
No world, you will not be spared of them.

The smoke chokes me,
But I linger on,
Reaching my room,
Behind the crimson flame laughing,
Inviting me for a hot BBQ.

Jumping like Super Mario,
I smash through the window,
My belongings within my bear hug.
It's like I jumped on a cactus.

The wet redness doesn't matter,
Only my two friends do.