Narrative Story - Ordering of Events

I was sitting in my room, listening to music and finishing my homework when I heard my dad call me down for dinner.  We were going to have steak and twice baked potatoes with corn and green beans, so I was eagerly awaiting the announcement that it was time to eat.  I slammed my notebook shut, stuck a bookmark into my novel, and threw my hair into a ponytail.  Gently shoving a pile of clothes out of my way with my foot, I gave myself one last check in the mirror before heading downstairs.  As I turned toward the door, I heard a distinct click.  Reaching under the pile of clothes I had just moved, I found my cell phone and checked to see if I had gotten a voice mail.  Since only the clock showed back at me, I assumed that the click I heard must have come from my sister setting the table less than carefully.  I took a giant step over the clutter on the floor and turned the doorknob but the door wouldn’t budge.  I turned the lock and pulled on the door again, but it still wouldn’t open.  Then I began to notice my bed inching slowly toward me, pushed by the back wall.  The wall was moving and closing in on me!  I grabbed my dresser and turned it sideways in hopes that it would stop the back wall from squishing me.  My clothes were accumulating and my books were forming giant towers ready to fall at any moment.  The wall reached my dresser and stopped, but only for a moment.  The dresser was crushed like an accordion and the wall kept advancing.  I braced myself against the door and stuck out my right leg, hoping to keep it at bay.  The wall tapped my foot and stopped.  Then it tapped my foot again.  It tapped several times almost impatiently.  I decided to make one last attempt at opening the door, so I turned the knob behind my back, took a deep breath, and yanked the door open only to find my dad with his fist raised to knock on my door again.  “Come on, dinner’s ready.  We’re starving.”  He turned to go back downstairs, I turned to check on the status of my wall, and satisfied that it would not move again, I headed down to dinner.