Is this a book you would possibly read?

Preface: Another morning past. I looked up at my ceiling memorizing every dent and crease. I got up and attempted to tell myself there was a reason for my actions but even I knew that was a lie. Because outside of the safe secure walls of my little house was danger. Not burglars or wildfires, but murderers were loose, and innocent people were their victims. END. I know i have lot's of mistakes it was a quick rough draft but anyways good idea or bad idea?