Personal Narrative - Father A sudden change in colour had awoken me. Orangeflashed over my eyelids. I squinted, this light is what disturbed me. As I gradually widened the gap for my eyes to peer through, I noticed that a streak of radiant orange had appeared through a slit between the curtains that had obviously not been properly drawn together. The curtains seemed to be a fair distance away so I opted for the easier alternative. I twisted my body so I now had my back to the window. I tried to get back to sleep, but I could feel the intensity of the suns rays on my shoulder that had broke through into my room. Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep breath, and …show more content…
Still feeling the tiredness, but also knowing that getting back to the state that I was about ten minutes ago would prove to be more unlikely as the seconds and minutes ticked by. Perhaps it was too silent, which made me think, about something. I had been lying in bed for what seemed to me to be a long time. But I couldn't know for sure. I didn't care, I was enjoying myself. Lying there, still with not a worry or thought in my mind. I knew it wouldn't last for long. Why should I deserve peace and quiet? After all, I had already had my sleep. I sighed once again, this time in annoyance. Damn noise. I had a relatively good idea of what the noise was. It was familiar in my head. At first I thought an engine? I decided that it was time for me to awake and get on with it, instead of lying in bed. After all, I wasn't going to be left alone. I don't deserve that, do I? It was noticeable yet still. This was caused by the window that stood between me and the outside. It cut out some of the noise. Shame it didn't do the same with light. Damn light. I realized that I had been delaying myself from moving. I was still tired, but finally managed to persuade myself to shuffle my body and as a result of that I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up on the edge. Once again the sun had crept up my body and this time penetrated my pupil, causing my
I pushed myself to my hands and knees. I glanced over my shoulder, and let out a hiccupping moan of
I would like you to sit down or lie down and make yourself as comfortable as you can... you have a
Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.
This morning I drifted between consciousness and sleep while everyone bustled around getting ready. They all get up so early and seem to stomp around the house for what feels like an hour before they finally leave. When the noise had subsided
Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.
I wake up in a dark room, much alike my own, I suppose. I am facing the brown door. I am awfully stiff, and this bed no longer feels comfy, infact, this bed turns out to not be a bed, but hard crumbly pavement that used to be my brown carpet. I groan and lift my head, having my arms support me. The only
I closed my eyes and brought my attention back to my body shaking. I inhaled deeply in an attempt to gain control over my own body but quickly, I learned that it was useless. My stiff hands clenched tight, bunching up my old sheets and pulling it closer
When I was entering my van there was a peculiar noise, we searched the whole van multiple times. But I didn’t find anything, not a single clue. So I just ignored it.
My assumption is that you woke up on the sofa move to the bed and drifting slowly back to sleep where remaining until your biological alarm sounded, and one was faced with a decision do I get up or sleep a few more hours? Whatever the case, my hope for you-the period of inactivity spent was restful as well as comfortable allowing you to awake rested and refreshed-while you do the routine ritual after one gets out of bed in preparation for today's great adventure to unfold. Self-gratification also comes in the guise of philanthropy don't get carried away (smile). Sincerely yours
I’m stiff. I’ve been lying on that couch for as long as I can remember.
"Hello I'm home, " I yelled as I opened up the front door. I hadn't been in the house for more than 15 seconds yet,the sounds of their voices screeching pierced my ears. Yelling and screaming echoed throughout the house, regardless of the fact that they tried to dull the sound by closing their door. It never worked. The increasing amount of this exact situation was, at first, surprising
“Scarlett.” He assisted me with sitting up against the surface. As soon as he let go, I managed to inhale the air that scraped against my throat.
I was sprawled out on
One event that defined a part of my life that involved literacy was when I had to write a
full state relaxation. Then I ran my hands through the top my head. I raised my