Descriptive Essay : ' Sleep, My Mother '

09-09-2012 Day 1: I went to sleep at 1:00 am and woke up at 6:11 am. The dream was that my grandmother passed away and that I had nobody to confide in. It got to a point where I just went

It was dark at the castle; Not a soul was awake. As the wind blew, the castle itself was snoring. Nothing moved but a dark form on the fortress wall. It was a boy. Climbing over the wall, the prince sneaked to the open attic window. With the guards sleeping at their posts, it was child’s play. Agile as a squirrel, he darted into the attic. Inside the room, beheld the Firebird, a majestic sun-eagle of gold. Withdrawing the Firebird, the boy stared at the pure golde cage, coveting it. A name was engraved on the handle, genommen*. Though the prince was warned against stealing it, his hand inched towards the cage, then darted to grab the handle. As soon as he touched it, trumpets blared and alarms roared

Chapter 1 A young woman appears out of nowhere and quickly catches up to another who's dashing along a moonlit lane. "Are we late?" She asks as she falls into step besides the older woman. "No not yet, but we need to hurry, we don't have much time." "Follow me," the older woman replies, and her dark cloak billows about casting shadows on the high stone walls that border the lane. They walked side by side in silence for a long ways and then through a set of huge iron gates swung opened before them and onto a narrow driveway. A manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting in the windows. Gravel crackled beneath their feet as speeding toward the front door, which swung inward at their approach, though

There are a few factors that are essential for life such as breathing or eating, but one of the most essential factor is sleep. Even though the amount of sleep people need differs from one individual to another, the fact is that eventually everyone needs to sleep. People know the importance of sleep, but due to the increased workload and the pressure of society people are getting less sleep. As a result, there has been an increase interest on the effects lack of sleep has on the mind especially the memory of a person. Many questions arose about the relationship between sleep and memory due to the fact most high school and college students have become sleep deprived. For example, does more sleep mean higher grades?

Thunder growled in the near distance, rain pelting the tower as thick, drab mist swirled through the forest. The bright sun struggled against the cloudy blanket that spread across the dark sky. Through the dense trees, there could be seen a tower. It stood proudly, it's imposing presence known to it's vast surroundings. Stone upon stone had been covered by ivy and vines covering an expanse of the dank tower. Decorative bands of Caen stone could be beheld peeking out from underneath the moss. A single entrance was seen near the top of the tower, just below the pointed roof. It was large enough that a person, such as a rescuer, might easily fit through it. At the open window, stood a woman, dressed in burgundy with gold lining her sleeves and neckline. Her long, flaxen hair swayed behind her in the strong breeze, splashes of rain touching her blushing cheeks. Beneath elongated lashes sat dark cobalt eyes, wondering and curious. They rested on a man in front of her, clinging onto the window as they conversed. At almost six foot and a half, the man was typically heroic. His many sparkling embellishments showed his royalty as he waited for the damsel to take his offer of marriage.

Crumpled newspapers scattered the table like the bones of dead bodies after war. Windows wiped down of memories huddled between oak frames, facing a street with cosy cottages. Single embroidered carpets hugged the floor, covering the marble tiles in delicate silk. A whisper of wind floated in through cracks of the panes of glass, whispering it's songs of misery throughout the house. I breathed in gulps of air, allowing the icy coolness to fill my lungs, and the morning frost creep out. My glistening blue eyes presented purple bags, and my sleek hair was a tangled cobweb. My feet dragged along the stone floor like the walking of the undead. I’d been up all night, searching and seeking for answers.

Disrupted by the sound of an uncanny knock, the prince swore over the bitter winter’s night in great frustration. The sound of his footsteps echoed against the golden walls, shattering the omnipresent silence as he trotted down the staircase, that were exquisitely engraved with flowers and vines. The markings of violence were etched onto the cold marble of the scored floor. The deafening wind pounded against the walls as if rebuking his foul words and as he approached the door an aromatic smell seized his nose as he yanked the portal open. A woman was loitering in the shadow with her wrinkly hands grasping firmly onto a single rose. The swirls of incense in the air was distinctive but he never realised that it would linger on with him for

I took a deep breath as I walked through the doorway. The door was stuck open, hanging on just one of its hinges. It was clear that no one had been near this place in a long time. As I entered, a stench hit me. It smelt sickly sweet, almost like rotten fairy floss. I looked around the room at the faded and ripped wallpaper, and the broken furniture. The air was so thick with dust it was almost impossible to breathe, and everything was thickly covered with dust. The little light there was came from the cracks in the yellowed blinds.

“The castle is on the very edge of a terrible precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything! As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops, with occasionally a deep rift where there is a chasm. Here and there are silver threads where the rivers wind in deep gorges through the forests.

The sun broke through the grey and breathed life into the awakening city. The woman’s eyes though opened, were empty and moved accordingly to the flock of doves that soared through the chilled air. She gazed at the beautifully choreographed dance above where delicate wings formed prominent silhouettes against the comforting rays. The ancient apple tree which only last month was a mess of unruly twigs and withered leaves had now flourish into a bounty of lively red apples that heralded the Springtime. The richness of the sanctuary generated distant and painful memories in her head like the scenes of a tragic movie. She could still picture the remorseful look in the man’s eyes during his last breath. Her father, a man of ambitions and responsibilities, was not the father to throw her into the sky and tell her how much he loved

“The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in the house. He heard the chair drawn back, and the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase, and a loud long wail of disappointment and misery gave him courage to run down to her side, and then to the gate beyond. The street light flickering opposite shone on a quiet deserted road.”

“The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to, then forcing oneself to stay awake for days on end must surely come a close second.”

Each night without fail our eyes grow heavy and our minds tired, and dreaming we drag ourselves to bed and normally fall asleep quickly and peacefully off to dream land we go.

 The goal is to avoid, "clocks on collision," and to allow internal clocks to match external clocks, this is why night shifts are often on weekly rotation.

My mother Christy Rehn has many great qualities that make up who she is today. First, to give a physical description; she is a female and is 44 years old about 5’5 . She has short dark brown hair that goes down to her shoulders. Her eyes are as brown as a bear and are very fast moving. One great quality is that my mom is very funny. She enjoys a good laugh when she's feeling happy or not feeling well at all. She enjoys spending time with her family. Especially, going to the movies as well as sitting out on the beach on a hot sunny day. My mom isn’t just another average person, she shares her many unique qualities that allow others to see who she really is on the inside.