Bed Room Descriptive Writing

I barely notice the cool hardwood floor on my back as I bask in the early dawn light seeping through the gap in my curtains. As I stare silently at a darker version of my yellow ceiling for what feels like the hundredth time, I strain my ears to hear the voice again. I miss it like a friend; my only friend in this hollow abyss where I’m imprisoned between the tips of my husband’s claws.

As she stands at the entrance debating weather to go down or to see if the light will flicker off on its own she’s reminded by the tales her brother used to tell of the women who strives in the dark, cold basement. Gently she starts to ascend the steep, concrete, dusty stairs, feeling her way on the rough, stone walls to the light. Getting further and further away from the warm. bright hall the hair on the back of her neck stands, as the loud click of the door echoes behind her.

Lakesha was in a good mood at the beginning of the shift. LK then walked in her room whiles staff was getting her 8pm meds ready. Staff went to Lakeisha’s room to administered meds, and discovered that LK has scratched her left arm with the fingers. LK, started crying when staff wanted to know what the problem was. Staff ask LK what the problem was and if there is anything she can do to help. LK told staff she didn’t scratch her arm on purpose but, she was just frustrated at the time. Per staff Neshe Hillard checked her nails and notice LK needed her nail clipped so she did that right away. LK also stated she already had an old scratches from previous days and she tried to scratched some more. Staff was able to talk to LK to calm down, then

The farm is bountiful with fulfilling and perceptive belongings, it is the centerpiece of my families’ lifestyle. It’s where I grew up and learned about the world around, such as life, death and the hard work that it is to achieve the certain things that the most valuable in this life. The long lasting milking parlor with it’s coated on white walls and ceiling filled with dust and thin, stringy cobwebs filled with debris that has fallen from the level above that is used as a hayloft. The hayloft is filled to the brim with small square bales of dry golden, yellow straw and tightly packed, light green hay. The free stall barn attached to the parlor is filled with the aroma of freshly mixed feed for the milking cows and the barn is filled with

My professor just did not look happy in charms class today . Why we don't know. Wanting to cheer him up, some of us snuck into his office while he was at lunch and put a nice, fresh pineapple on his desk. We then hid behind the draperies. When the professor returned he sat down at his desk, sighed and stared at the pineapple. " What is this?" he muttered. " The latest student trick? It probably will explode if I touch it, or if I try to eat it I will turn into a toad". At this I cast the Locomotion Charm with the word "locomotor" and a tap-dancing modifier.As I did so I focused on moving the pineapple rythmically as if it was tap, dancing. Continuing to concentrate I sent the big fruit dancing across desk. The chuckle we heard and the smile

My room has always been really basic. It didn’t really have anything special. The bed was so uncomfortable that I hated to even look at it. The window didn’t have any curtains, so I always woke up when the sun would shine through. There was a tiny nightstand to the left of the bed. There were carpeted floors that smelt horrible, and walls that were painted beige. There wasn’t anything that stood out to me, which was the reason why I was ecstatic when HGTV chose me to have my room completely redone. The best part was that there was an unlimited budget. I decided that I would make it the best room in the universe, and it was going to have all kinds of things.

i slowly stride in a circle, observing the line of glittering fluorescence snake its way

Before I knew it, it was late at night and almost my bedtime. I made my way, up the stairs to the loft, slowly dragging my feet up each huge log stair from being so tired. I finally made my way up to the loft although the only light source was coming from one-single lit candle downstairs on the kitchen table. As I pulled the covers off the tiny twin bed, it was extremely hot, so I decided

I’m sitting in my room that I have now, taking some time, and imagining what my magical bedroom would be like. My magical, imaginary bedroom would be out of this world, extraordinary. Something many people probably dream about, but know they would not, or could not have. It would be a dream come true if I could actually have a bedroom like this. I also wished my family and I could live in an extremely big house. With many rooms, such as, a big kitchen, a two car garage, 3 bathrooms, and 4 bedrooms, one for guests.

Carolyn RUNS upstairs into the master bedroom on the verge of tears. She FALLS onto the bed with her head in her hands and sobs.

With a sigh, I swing the door open, taking note of the lack of a lock on the door as I walked in. My friends all greet me with smiles that were a bit too excited for my liking. As I look around, If there was one thing the house was full of, it was photos. They were everywhere, and for a strange reason, they were all in a black and white monochrome, full of different people. While the rest of the group struck a conversation, I examined the house. The walls were cleanly striped, the only two colours being a ghostly brown and a pale white. The carpet was rugged and dusty,

This room will always be a part of my life. From the shifts in furniture to the color of wallpaper, this room will remain unique to my personality as I progress in life. Many memories have been made throughout my fifteen years of residence in my house. It all started in the morning with that sweet smell of a home-cooked breakfast alongside my nightstand. I can feel goosebumps beginning to shiver my skin as the smell of my meal travels through my nose. The light shined bright in the window while I sat up out of my queen-sized bed. I took a few solemn steps with my plate in hand when suddenly I heard my old floor creaking as I neared my small desk. I sit down on my chair and flip the switch to my computer. The noise of my running desktop fans blow emphatically catches my attention and I noticed something quite off. My computer had a sticky note taped to the back saying, “Do not turn on, proceed with caution”. These words started filtering through my eyes and I knew I would be in for a bad experience. Freaking out seemed to be my only option, however once I could smell the stench of my computer, turning it off was all my brain was saying. My mother swiftly entered my room to check on me and she gave me a frantic look of anger when she saw my fried computer. It was almost like I had just committed a crime and now she had just witnessed it. “Throw it away!” she said, “It’s useless now”. I obeyed her request and proceeded to throw my cheap desktop in the e-waste bin in the

I went back into my dorm room. I sat my things down on the kitchen table and turned to the fridge, opening to get a drink of water as I was literally dying of thirst.

“I’ve worked very hard on making my little palace comfortable. where I can relax and leave the world for a bit, A place where i’ve made it my own. expressing my feelings and thoughts this little place is called my Bedroom.” My room is where i can be where I can sing, dance and just lay down on the bed and watch tv comfortably. Where i can do my school work quietly without any distraction. Also where i can cry and express my feelings to myself not having anymore put me down nor give stress, where i can just think about my life for a second. My room is what inspires me the place that makes me feel like myself i've made my room somewhere where it's me all about me. my room is full of different objects but they all come together great.

A Day in the Life It’s early morning, well before the eyelids of the day have opened. A familiar noise I’ve heard many times before, brings my mind out of its unconsciousness and back into the real world. I assume it must be sometime around six in the morning, based on similar experiences. I can hear the sound of something small fumbling around on the other side of my bedroom door across the hallway. The sound is sneaking in from a space between where the bottom of the door should meet the carpeting of my bedroom floor. Mornings that begin like this one make me wish I had thought twice about removing the carpeting to expose the bare hardwood floors, only for the pleasure I thought it might bring to my eyes. If only I had known at the