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house. I twirl my key in my hand. I walk into the room my cousins trailing behind me, I walk into the room and go to the bed closer to the door. I put my stuff on the bottom bunk and go to my closet and tape a sign on the front so they know this is my closet. A few seconds later Iris, Alicia, and Pastel walk into the room. Iris walks over to my bed and moves her arm across my bed swiping everything on the ground. “Did you not see my stuff there?” I ask in a angry tone. “Oh, this was your stuff?” Iris

give our mattresses a second thought. We regularly change the bed linen and when the mattress is covered with a clean sheet, we assume it is clean. On the outside, it looks freshly cleaned, but it is not enough to keep it safe for us to sleep on. Even if you cover your mattress with a dust mite cover, it won’t stop the dust particles, dead skin cells and dust mites from settling on the surface. If your pet is allowed to sleep on your bed, their dander also becomes part of the bedding. Sometimes ordinary

Continuing development of technological advances has shifted our society towards a post-industrialised age. This is the 24-hour world where globalisation and information technology marked significance. The value of time has changed in respond to society by its social effects. This is an era where ‘’time is money’’ (Granger et al., 1961), aiming to do more things in a shorter time. This motive is in conflict with the principle of sleep. ‘’Sleep, indeed is a standing affront to capitalism (Crary, 2013)

MY FAVOURITE CHILDHOOD ROOM Our house was over 100 years old, with long narrow windows and a black lacquered front door, made of solid oak. When my dad stripped the lacquer off the door, it still showed the cut marks made by charcoal or a pencil that served as a guide for the original door maker. Our house was a medium brown colored two-story stucco dwelling, nestled between old elm and pine trees that sat atop a hill. In the winter if you stood at the very edge of the street, on your tipee toes

not undergo another bed bug war, here are some tips to keep the little bloodsuckers out of your bed and hopefully out of your house too. 1. Make Sure that Your Bed Frame Has Feet One of the most important things that you need to do is to ensure that your bed has feet. If it currently doesn’t have feet, you can always go to a nearby home store and purchase an affordable and simple bed frame. Believe it or not, your bed frame will serve an important part in bedbug-proofing your bed. 2. Put

for a new bed, it's important to understand the sizes and dimensions of your options. When considering a bed, even for a child, it is important that you do not limit yourself to simple single and twin beds. While beds of this size may be adequate now, a small bed may limit your future options. A growing child, for instance, may go from a toddler bed to a queen that they can continue to use comfortably as they grow. understanding bed sizes will also help you determine how well a certain bed will fit

cutting edge of a knife trying to penetrate through the thick skin of my stomach. The pain awakening me just passed the five o’clock hour. At this hour, the eery darkness of night surrounds me. Suddenly, I sit up grasping my mid section. The queen sized bed absorbing the trickling, wet drops coming from the base of my neck. My feet whip out of the white, fluffy comforter. Struggling to find my footing I make my way through the scatter of clothes in my untidy bedroom. I snap on the light of the bathroom

Jeffrey MacDonald was convicted in 1979 for the murders of his pregnant wife Colette and their two daughters on February 21, 1970. At the time McDonald was convicted of murder he and his wife were living the American dream. They had a steady income, household and a loving family. Biography Jeffrey MacDonald was born in Jamaica, Queens, New York City, New York.  At the end of his high school education he received a full scholarship to assist Princeton University. Jeffrey MacDonald was known by his

upon her rosy cheeks, songbirds chirp as morning rises over the horizon of summits, ash and charcoal encircled by small stones as the last embers cease to burn. Risen up from cold forest floor leaves on the reddish dark hair, sword by her makeshift bed of sheep's wool and hide, she picks up her small rugged leather journal, she sat on a broken log wind blows gently on her fiery hair, as she begins to write in her people's language. Not many know their language and treat them as barbarians who know

He decided to exit through his bedroom window so they wouldn't see him, using a silk bed sheet to slide down the castle walls and into a world of unknowns. His heart was racing and his mind was overcome by anxiety, but he knew that this is what he wanted to do and that this may be his only opportunity to slip away so he quickly fastened the gold silk sheet to his bed frame and zipped down as fast as he could. As soon as William's feet touched the ground below he ran off into