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Descriptive Essay Rough draft
It’s approximately four o’ clock in morning and I’m in the locker room changing my clothes. My colorless hands are chilly, my feet are weary and my body feels like is going to give up and collapse after working eight hours in a refrigerated warehouse. Even though my body just wants to give way, I manage to drag my feet all the way to my vehicle, and start rushing home which is the only thing I want to do after a long night of work.
The best part of driving home at this hour of the day is that I have an open road almost all to myself. The streets are nearly empty, the drive nice and smooth and the best part is that there are no police so you can run through these streets like there’s no tomorrow. Also there are no rays of sunshine burning my eyes like in the day, the weather is nice ...view middle of the document...
After a seconds searching for the right key, I find the right one and open the door to my house. Now that I am inside I come across two paths; one of them is upstairs which feels like a pathway to heaven and the other seems to a dark and depressing living room.
Finally after just standing around like a statue and thinking into space I decide to go into the living room towards the light honey oak dining table. Besides the table I keep my aged black book bag, as I pick it up, it feels like I am lifting a bag full of bricks. I ask myself every night: why do they keep making these enormous textbooks? We have the technology to place all of these information to slim and portable device. I just nod my head and forget about it.
I carefully arrange all of my things into the table and lastly drag back a chair; I forget to lift, so the high-pitched noise from the floor can be heard very loudly since there is no sound on my surroundings. I hope that no one will wake up from the noise. By now I decide to sit down: my back is pressed back to the chair, my legs make it across to the other one and my arms try to attain a book. As I flip the pages trying to reach to the assigned place, I am distracted by my surroundings. I see the long and slim 52” TV calling out to me so I could turn it on, I see a couch with soft cushions among big fluffy pillows, the droning sound of the refrigerator full of delicious food and the sound of an annoying clock ticking and ticking away. Although I am distracted by all these things around me, I decide to ignore it all.
After spending hours reading and writing notes into my notebook, I call it a day. I extend my arm, put my hand on the edge of the table, drop my relax feet into the cold floor and push back so that I can stand up. Before I start packing up I stretch my arms and yawn for a moment until I am ready to use my last bit of energy that I still have left. As I finally make it to the stairways to heaven I look back and see that tomorrow it’s going be another day of long and hard work at the dining table.