A Cold Bed With No Blanket - 845 Words

I stare up at the ceiling in the darkness, my mind clouded with questions like the foggy city outside. The moon and stars are hidden within the haze. Slivers of light manage to make it through the crooked, half open blinds and onto the old wall. I turn my head on my pillow and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to forget about my past nightmares and fall asleep, but my insomnia hits and I lay awake in a mental state where I am dreaming, but comprehending the real world at the same time. There is no end to this horror. It’s burning me from the inside out, scorching my mind. I reach up and touch my forehead lightly - fever. Yet, I lay in a cold bed with no blanket. I give up on sleep tonight like every other day this week and sit up on the side of my bed, my feet barely touching the ground. They graze the cold, metal floor, careful to avoid the sharp nails poking up from the abandoned apartment below. I slip on my grey and patchy bunny slippers, wiggling my big toe out of of one the many holes that were created over months of wear and tear. I quietly walk down the stairs of the building. Ducking below the vines that covered the entrance and emerging outside to an empty street, the chorus of crickets and frogs fill my ears. They seemed unusually loud tonight. I step onto a soft, slippery bundle on the ground. A newspaper from the day prior. I slowly pick up the plastic covering and walk back into the building. I reach up and try to find a cord hanging from the ceiling. Click. AShow MoreRelatedPersonal Narrative : My Traumatic Childhood910 Words   |  4 Pagesmiddle of July. I was in my crappy two-story house in bed. I remembered the wind to be wild that night and of course the walls of the house were as thin as paper, so it sounded like a tornado was forming outside. I was having trouble falling asleep, so I went to get a glass of milk. I don’t know why I did that; people say it’s supposed to help you fall asleep. That’s probably bull shit, though. After the glass of milk, I walked quietly back to bed and closed my eyes; they weren’t closed for long. ThereRead MoreDreams And Its Perception Of The Subconscious, The Clay1139 Words   |  5 Pagestavern, the room was in shoddy condition. Only a single bed was located next to an splintered nightstand. A small lamp sits on the stand, a flint and steel resting by it, barley visible in deepening summer twilight. A short rug rested at the foot of the bed, just large enough fo r someone to lay on. There was only one blanket and pillow resting on the hay mattress and the entire room smelled faintly of stale sex. Of course there s only one bed, Marco grunts, straightening out his back with a smallRead MoreEssay about Hunters in the Snow - Character Analysis975 Words   |  4 Pagestruck bed with blankets. Frank and Tub stop twice to warm themselves. When they get back and continue, Kenny says â€Å"I’m going to the hospital† (99). However, they had taken a wrong turn a long way back in the opposite direction of the hospital (86-99). The first to be introduced in the story is the protagonist Tub. Although the story is in 3rd person, the point of view is focused on him. The way Wolff writes, the readers will instantly sympathize for Tub. He is the one waiting in the cold, has aRead MoreEssay About One-Night1600 Words   |  7 PagesIt was the trickling of cold wind across my arm that had woken me up. Shivering, I pulled the blanket up higher to cover my left-out shoulder; the warmth the blanket brought spread across my body at its own slow pace and I sighed. Did I leave the window open? It’s so cold in here. Refusing to leave the bed, I snuggled in closer to the warm body lying next to me. Despite it being cold outside the blanket, it felt so nice to be wrapped in such strong arms that encased my body. I felt protected,Read MoreChildhood Memories Essay619 Words   |  3 Pagesa ride on the bus. Ride to where, I thought excitedly. I remember waiting in the bus station; people going about their business. The bus we got on was huge, with room for at least a hundred people, with plenty of room. It was a cold, windy evening. I sat at the front so I could see out of the window. Bright lights were heading towards us. It seemed as though we had been travelling for hours. The bus stopped a few times to pick people up, on the way. A man got on andRead MoreShort Story1692 Words   |  7 Pagesthe omega lying naked on his bed. Louis perked his head up and grinned at Harry. â€Å"Louis where are your clothes?† Harry sighed. He stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Louis shrugged and rolled onto his stomach sticking his bottom in the air. â€Å"H-arry, come ‘ere!† Louis shurred. The alpha sighed and walked towards the boy. He picked up one of the spare blankets tossed on the floor and covered Louis. The omega rolled onto his back wrapping the blanket tightly around his body. â€Å"HowRead MoreThe United States S1550 Words   |  7 Pagesthe icy currents of the San Francisco Bay â€Å"Alcatraz was never no good for nobody.† (Prisoner 1576 Frank Weatherman, the last prisoner to leave Alcatraz). The average cell in both B and C block was 5 feet by 9 feet. Prisoners had a small sink with cold running water, a small sleeping cot, and a toilet. There are 336 cells in total in B C block; there were originally 348 but 12 were removed when the stairways were added. Two cells at the end of the blocks were used as restrooms for the guard staffRead MoreTwo Formidable Entities Waged War1581 Words   |  7 Pagesto heed any attention to the role Atticus had assigned us. We huddled together futilely for warmth and cursed the cold that we had rejoiced less than a day ago. But the struggle was quickly pushed to the back of our minds as the more peculiar of the two events to take place that night began to unravel. Something brushed my shoulders, and I spun around to find its source. A blanket fell to the ground, and behind me stood a figure illuminated faintly by the vigorous fire. It was Boo Radley. IRead MoreEven though Vanessa’s mom had only sent us to our nap ten minutes ago, Vanessa – the other Vanessa800 Words   |  4 Pagesour nap ten minutes ago, Vanessa – the other Vanessa – twisted miserably in her pink pony sheets. She sighed and flopped over onto her stomach. She coughed once and then made a small whining noise. Down on the floor, I turned my back slowly to the bed. I knew she might look over the edge soon and I wanted her to think I was asleep. I didn’t want to see her big blue eyes and the face I knew would be wide awake. I never slept, but I wanted to pretend I did now. If she believed I was asleep, she’d beRead MoreThe Christmas Of Alexander Buffalo1171 Words   |  5 Pagesabsolute gem. In the far corner sat his never ending waterfall which took water from the ocean. With his technology though it filtered all the salt out and made him some fresh water. His bed lay in the opposite corner with the softest of silk from the wondrous silkworms from his neighbor the oracle. The blankets were made from the best fleece of the softest of sheep also from the oracle. The kitchen held many wonders as well, which by another tunnel with turns and stairs, contained a sink pumping