Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

My phone’s alarm went off early in the morning; I let it play a little more as the alarm was my favorite song. Instead of being cranky by the alarm, I bumped to it. The birds chirped from all angles, the neighbor’s dogs barked at each other, while he was too busy mowing to lawn. But, I was in a terrific mood anyway. The blinds, slightly open, let bright sun rays hit my floor, while the A/C blasted. I slowly got up, and let out a loud yawn. Bones cracked at every single body joint. The pleasing aroma of coffee and the savoring smell of eggs filled up my nostrils. I put both feet down, and head to the pull-up bar where I hang on it for a few seconds, stretching out my spine. I turn my head toward the calendar to make sure today was the day. Indeed it was, reading the month of July with 2008 written in big, bold letters. Butterflies filled up my stomach with goosebumps everywhere.

Waking in a startle, I sat up in my bed... checking my surroundings.... fearful that I was not alone...

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

I woke up on the very edge of my bed my blankets tossed on the floor and my head buried into a pillow. I groaned as I pushed myself off the bed picking up the blankets and laying them on the mattress. I stretched my arms and yawned as I walked over to my bathroom and twisting the knobs trying to find a perfect temperature.

Bahauddin grabbed for a place to rest his hand while he lifted his feet, climbing through the shaft, out of the caverns. Every crack of stone was filled with overgrown moss, As he rose, he could see the sky was just before nightfall. The only sound around was the howl of the wind, and the keys clanging against each other like a windchime during a breezy spring afternoon. Ascending up the shaft, he was cautiously concentrating for each and every placement of his hands and feet, careful not to slip. Bahauddin’s hand grasped the top of the shaft. The sky was painted with brush strokes of blood orange, reflecting a glare off the keys. Outside, it had looked like a warzone. No buildings fully structured, not a person in sight, just crumbs

"Get up honey, breakfast is ready." mom advises as she stands from my bed and smooths out her skirt, giveing me a thin smile as she slips out of my room. I rub my tired eyes, and sit up in my bed. A brown strand of hair falls in front of my eyes as I do so. Standing from my bed, I slide on my slippers and groggily walk to the bathroom. I grab my hair brush and pull my hair out of my face and into a loose ponytail.

I woke up to light shining on my face. The curtains were kind of small so light peeked through.

"What the fuck?" I can't even remember the last time I woke up in someone else's bed. I stretched my arms out and I touched something soft and unfamiliar. I looked at the source and it was hair. Big kinky hair. I had to admit, it was actually pretty soft.

I groaned at the incessant beeping of my alarm clock, rolling over to search for the snooze. I had stayed up until midnight the previous night with an engrossing book, and I was by no means ready to get up now.

I went to bed as usual that night it was dark and windy outside I fell asleep

How could I have slept so long? I yawned big, rolled out of bed, and opened my door. The house sounded empty.

I rolled over and looked at my clock and saw that it was 7:20 I better hurry up and get

“Rrrrring!” rang the alarm. I turned it off and stretched. The time was 5 am. I quickly put on my clothes and went to awake everyone else. Oh, by the way, I am the Sargent. I am 21 years old, 5’0, I have dark brown hair, and I am a female. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, did my hair, and ate breakfast.

You quickly glanced at your partner. To your relief, he was still asleep. As carefully and quietly as you could, you sat up and got out of bed. You tiptoed across the floor boards, making sure to avoid the ones that creaked under pressure. You made it to the door and slipped out into the hallway. The sound of that tiny muffled cry egged you onward.

I turned around and faced him, his silver eyes locked with mine he lifted his hand and brushed strands of my wet hair away from my face. “I love you.” I whispered.