Kitchen Appliances

So, far I have this: [You don’t have to read all that. hahaha. I’m just showing you.]

Awe.
The clock had just turned 11 and I was finally opening my eyes. Dad normally wakes me up much earlier inventing new toys and gadgets but not today.
He had gone on his monthly 13 mile bike ride. He did this for no particular reason, just to make wind and visit as many junkyards as possible. As a matter of fact, visiting a junkyard was what inspired him to do this monthly bike ride every month. He said someone had thrown out a scale that was still stuck on 13 pounds and lying next to a bike.
When I woke, I took it upon myself to walk down to Edwin and receive a free breakfast consisting of two booberry muffins and a tall glass of milk. I waved to mom, who looked as if she was going to pass out from all the business, and left for my own journey. The journey back to my house.
Once there, I figured why not just be lazy the rest of the day and paint something. I went into my room and grabbed my paints, a fresh canvas, and water cup. The water was dirty from the last time I used them, so I wondered into the kitchen to clean it out. My father was standing there washing the dishes even though we had a dish washer and when I called out to him he seemed skittish about it. He had bags under his eyes and looked restless. I proceeded to lead him to his bed room assuming he was tired from his bike ride. He did manage to finish quite quickly. I laid him down, finished the dishes, and headed out for the backyard.
I felt a need for change, so I passed up the patio table and kept walking into the trees. I had always wondered what sort of nature dwelled in my backyard but had never gone to investigate it.
I was probably walking for a good ten minutes when I saw a old but rather peaceful looking tree house. It seemed sturdy but broken, painted but chipped, small but airy, peculiar yet not strange. I decided I would make a painting station there and climbed up. When I reached the top, the only thing I found inside was a teapot and dust.
I painted for 4 hours, and suddenly became very tired. I blew on the floor attempting not to become dusty myself and laid on the ground.
As soon as this happened a puff of dust flew in my face but it didn’t make me sneeze just momentarily disgusted. I started to doze of a little but decided I didn’t want to fall asleep in a dusty tree house. When my eyes opened everything was gone. All I heard as the sound of people’s voices, cars rolling by, and children laughing. A bubble popped on my forehead and I turned around looked up and saw the face of a girl standing before me. She smiled and said “Hi.”
Then and there, I realized I was no longer in the tree house, I was in a another city, town, world.
I chuckled then proceeded to faint.

But I can’t figure out how to add detail and where.
What are some tips to creating a longer story.

(c) Leah Moore.