As the light blue fuzz feathered through the warm current of
air purring from the heating vent, I envisioned a comfy
summer morning. Very different from the frigid temperatures and wet snow
that the months of February always seem to bring. In my class-time
daydream, I pictured a warm morning sunshine breaking through the clouds to
introduce a new day to the in world. The sound of birds chirping and
chipmunks squeaking only added to the feel of a spectacular day. I
recognized the sound of a fresh wind off of the lake found in our back yard;
the sound of leaves rustling in that wind, and our neighbor's dog barking.
As I stood up from my imagined nap on the deck, a caught a whiff of the
smell of fresh cut grass that I had mowed the day before. The feel of the
deck under my bare feet and the warmth from the sun reminded me of the cookies
my mom said she was making today. I entered my house and smelled the
freshly baked cookies. They almost smelled as good as they taste.
I snatched one off of the grey baking pan and took a bite out of the
still warm cookie. The chocolate chips just added to the sweet taste, and
I thought I could live off of these cookies forever. I savored the flavor
in my mouth and told myself again that it was a great day. Then all of a
sudden I was jolted from this relaxing dream.
Back in the frigid classroom, the ear-racking bell had just rung to wake
me up. The bustling movement all around
me signaled that school was dismissed for the day. As I got up and walked into the hallway, the
smell of body odor and too much cologne caught me by surprise. Another festive day at school was over, and
it was time to head out into the windy and chilly outdoors.
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