Question

Urgent Help Needed! Fan and Medal for Best Answer!!

How would you convert the following piece of poetry into prose:


'Scraping suitcases and laughter. Shall I go down?
I hear my name called, peer over the bannister
And remember something I left in my bedroom
What can it have been? The window is wide open
The curtains move. The light sways. The cold sets in.'

Thank you so much for your help in advance!!

Answer 1

Downstairs I can hear the sound of suitcases scraping against the floor. I wonder if the new people have just arrived. I can also hear the sound of giggling. I ask myself what those people down there might be laughing about.

I begin to wonder if perhaps I should go downstairs now. The new arrivals might expect to see me. Or perhaps they would prefer to carry on with arriving, and laughing among themselves. Do I want to see them? This is something I need to think over, perhaps.

Someone calls my name from downstairs. So I walk out of my room and look over the bannister, to see if I can discern who is calling for me. I don't see anyone, not immediately.

I am uncertain about whether I want to go downstairs or not. I go back into my room. I have a vague sense that I may have forgotten something, though I am uncertain what it is that I have forgotten.

I notice that the window in my room is still open. The curtains are gusting in the wind from outside. The draft from the window is even strong enough to sway the light-fitting.

I notice how cold the draft from the window has made my bedroom. Prose is a written or spoken language in its ordinary form, without metrical structure.
Hopefully you got it(:

Answer 2

Ain't nobody got time fo dis... except syeda maybe o.o omg

Answer 3

O.O what a wastage of time!! a medal for another time waster like meh!! XD