One Month Descriptive Writing
A white fuzzy blanket, yet solid as a rock stared back at me as I peered through my foggy window waking to the sight of snow. The miniature gray couch serving as the centerpiece of my living room seemed cozy that night. On the other hand, its rough and awkward fibers made it uncomfortable. Without heat blasting through the vent to conserve our warmth, we grew even colder. The bustling sound of the wind knocking on my window layered with dangling icicles smothering my home and the homes nearby shook me. As I began to feel the frigid temperatures of the unbearable winds seeping through the crack in the window. In my heart, I knew that the man I called my husband was off into the distance fighting the blizzard mess, going against the snow advisory
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Immediately following was a sensation in my arms and fingers that felt as though they wanted to fall off, and to top it off I couldn’t feel my face. While warming the baby’s bottle, that I heated up hot cocoa to relieve myself of my sorrows. Again, I peeked outside the window trying to dream up my husband’s return, all while pondering over the unpaid bill. The same unpaid bill that caused our present discomfort. From inside the front portion of my billfold, there money was stolen from the man that I impatiently waited to return home. Consequently, stronger my anxiety grew thinking of the money stolen from me. In fact, hearing the baby’s cries unnerved me, when she wanted additional food from only having a drop left of her formula. Not understanding quite what to do or how to feel left me frozen in a trance. My husband and I only shared one car between us, and I needed him to hurry back as quickly as he could to end our suffering. As I diverted my attention over at the clock hands spinning around, time became a figment of my imagination, it became blurry. Feverishly we suffered as the wind thrashed across the couch. While growing terrified of the unknown, we grew even colder as chills begin to trickle down our spines. On the inside, I felt devastated that I was unable to stifle the baby’s
Immediately following was a sensation in my arms and fingers that felt as though they wanted to fall off, and to top it off I couldn’t feel my face. While warming the baby’s bottle, that I heated up hot cocoa to relieve myself of my sorrows. Again, I peeked outside the window trying to dream up my husband’s return, all while pondering over the unpaid bill. The same unpaid bill that caused our present discomfort. From inside the front portion of my billfold, there money was stolen from the man that I impatiently waited to return home. Consequently, stronger my anxiety grew thinking of the money stolen from me. In fact, hearing the baby’s cries unnerved me, when she wanted additional food from only having a drop left of her formula. Not understanding quite what to do or how to feel left me frozen in a trance. My husband and I only shared one car between us, and I needed him to hurry back as quickly as he could to end our suffering. As I diverted my attention over at the clock hands spinning around, time became a figment of my imagination, it became blurry. Feverishly we suffered as the wind thrashed across the couch. While growing terrified of the unknown, we grew even colder as chills begin to trickle down our spines. On the inside, I felt devastated that I was unable to stifle the baby’s