Personal Narrative : The Cold Bucket Challenge

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.

The next morning I woke up pressed against the wall, my hair in disarray around my head and my shirt bunched up on the sides. I lifted myself up and groggily rubbed my eyes before doing the usual.

I pulled my sweater tighter trying to lock out the cold weather; I should have listened to my mom about this. “Wear your jacket, Farah, It’s going to be a cold one!” Her words echoed in the back of my head like an endless loop; I knew something like this would happen. I started power walking in attempt to get to my warm, cozy bed as fast as I could, almost there.

Three days earlier on a wintery morning. I walked out of my warm apartment, as the cold breeze instantly smacked me in the face, even with my woolly, Christmas themed sweater and thick, quilted coat I was still cold. The sky was washed with grey clouds, as the ground was covered in crisp, white snow. The wind whooshed and whistled past my ears giving me the shivers; I quickly ran through the deep,

It was a normal morning, still laying down in the warm embrace of my down comforter. I set my daily alarm to go off at 5:50 a.m., and after about 5 clicks of the snooze button, I muster up the courage to emerge from the sheets like a kodiak leaving hibernation.

The cool winter air stung my face as I exited through the ski lodge door. Board in hand, I stepped onto the powdery snow. After each step I took all I heard was crunches and crackles from the snow compacting underneath my weight. I nervously made my way over to the top of the bunny hill where a tall, beat up looking man named Dave stood. He looked as if the cold weather had made him age quicker than the rest. The earnest look on his face caused me to shudder in fear. His eyes pierced through my soul as if warning me not to go through with this. I took a deep breath as I realized how

I couldn’t sleep. I looked at my somewhat dim, water powered alarm clock, wondering what time it was. 7:43. Way early. Despite being awfully comfortable, I got up, figuring I was just hungry. As I walked the the kitchen, I pondered about my snack. Carrots and orange juice usually is the best choice. ( This is actually a good midnight snack! You should try it! ) I made it to the fridge. As I opened it, I took in the cold air against my warm, cozy fur. Then I realized, that I was sweating. I dropped the blanket I had wrapped around me. Much better. I grabbed my carrots and orange juice, dragged the blanket behind me and took my time getting back to my room. I hopped onto the bed with my snack in hand, and turned on the TV with the remote. The button let out a quiet ‘click!’ as I pushed the smooth, plastic button, before the TV turned on.

I wrestled with pillows, quilts and books spread on the bed finding some space for nap. Again the hotter months of summers and spring were there; the work was strenuous, combatting uncontrollable wildfires. Because of the generally hot and dry climate, they pose a great risk to life and infrastructure. I struggled to fall asleep but the overbearing heat mocked at me. The air conditioner had gone off an hour agao, forcing my crew out of cabin but i was desperate to get some rest despite the fact i was sweating profusely. Eventually my eyes started to close slowly as i felt the heavy curtain of sleep. I was about to doze off but to my dismay, the fore alarm went off. We had to gear up quickly because the threat level was

I woke up to a loud-wailing scream of sirens. The sirens of the police cars and ambulance always wakes me up in the morning; it’s a tradition. Instead of getting out of bed I just lay there knowing that if I get up I’ll have to face the reality of life. I got up anyway knowing I would have to get up sooner or later. The dark wood floors were freezing. I felt like it was winter and I had just got stuck in the snow. I ran over to my drawers and quickly took out one pair of fluffy socks. I put them on at the same rate I took them out and let out a sigh of relief once I was

Those two weeks came and went, and we were to set out in the morning for the first trip to town. I awoke the next morning at what had to be 6 am, there was no light shining through the dusty cabin window in my bedroom, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and checked my watch, it read 10:30 am stunned and convinced my watch was broken, I slumped my feet to the floor and walked to the window to find a white wall blocking my view, snow had fallen a week early. I left the bedroom and stepped outside of the cabin to find my father. I shielded my eyes as the sun reflected off of a five foot layer of snow that threatened to blind me. My father was bent down at the tires of the old SUV shovel in hand digging furiously, cursing under his breath. The white powder had all but buried everything in sight. I watched the frustration turn to panic on my father’s face; there was no way he was going to dig the car

My body was enclosed in soft fluffy blankets. Though it felt so good to be back in my own bed I also felt out of place. It was too peaceful almost, like the calm before a storm. I got out of bed dragging one of my smaller blankets with me. I wrapped it around myself as I approached my living room. I smiled seeing Shanes sleeping form sprawled across my couch. I tip toed my way to him and nudged his shoulder. "Hey Shane wake up." I spoke softly. He groaned and batted my hand away.

The snow was sticking to the window beside me, each flurry as individual and distinctive as a human fingerprint. I focused on the gloomy skies rather than the hospital towering intimidatingly before me. I closed my eyes as my sister stepped out of the car, quietly apologizing to me as she ventured deep into the snowfall. I knew at that moment that I needed to shed my childish ways and step into my new adult skin.

You let your hair fall loose once your shift was over. It was 4:00pm and dinner was beginning at the restaurant. You pulled your long, fluffed coat on and waved your fellow waitresses off. The coldness outside made your nose turn red almost instantly. There was no snow, just bitter coldness. You shoved your hands in your pockets as you

I wake suddenly, every thought and sound in high definition. My eyes take in every ray of light and without a doubt I know I've slept too long. I am laying on my side so the trees are standing horizontally and I stare out into the distance until a pair of shoes walk in front of me, causing me to quickly sit up and scream as my eyes meet with no other than the strange and possible murderer I caught earlier.

Everything was coated with soft sprinkles of vivid and dazzling ice particles. I examined the scenery around me through the frozen metal bars around my frost bitten face. I noticed how lovely the iridescent, towering trees looked, shaped through beautiful specks of ice. I realized I was trapped in this constant suffering existence of mine. Just four months earlier had I crushed his fragile neck. The air no longer existed inside of his lungs. No longer would he breathe. Or so I had thought. I remember it as if it was yesterday.