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Sensory Snapshot #2
Every morning I wake up, slide my unlock button on my phone to turn off my alarm, and then stretch a little while I lay in bed for a few more moments. I leave my windows open every night so when I wake up the air is crisp, I can smell the fresh grass and dew that sits on top of every little leaf. My body shivers a bit and goose bumps start to multiply on my legs and arms. The sun peaks through my blinds and the ray of light shines into my eyes making me squint and throw my blanket back over my head. I roll over and slowly climb out of bed. My toes wiggles as they touch the cold, hard wood floor for the first time in what seems like ages. The icy ground sends shivers running up my legs. After I make my way down the long dark hallway to my bath room, rubbing my eyes and letting out long yawns in the process. The smell of coffee dances its way into my nose, leaving the good smells to sink into my nostrils. My stomach rumbles at the smell and lets out a huge roar telling me it's almost time to eat. I open my bath room door and flick on the light which seems like it's a laser beam, going right into my eyes, causing me to clench them shut. I cover my eyes and let them adjust to the horrible new light then grab my toothbrush. I squeeze some minty fresh paste onto the sharp bristles. The minty smell makes my taste buds water as my stomach continues to moan and groan over the abundance of smells.
Special Object #7
As a little kid Emma always loved playing with her bear. It was the most important thing in her life. Wherever Emma was, that little bear was close by.
Her mother had bought it for her when she was first born. It was a new born gift. Not only was it one of a kind, but her mother made it herself. She took her time, carefully sewing up every stitch and even stitched in Emma's initials into the stomach.
As Emma reached her teenage years, her mother was diagnosed with cancer. It was a huge shock to not only her, but her family also. Her mother began to age very quickly. Soon she couldn't even remember who Emma was. Emma would sit by her mother's bedside, holding that bear while talking to her mom. Even though her mother couldn't respond back, she new she was listening. She told her childhood stories, stories about her day, and her favorite story to tell was when she made Emma that bear. Every night Emma would cuddle up next to the bear and say a pray for her mother to get better. One day Emma's mother didn't wake up. Emma was heart broken. She didn't speak for days and was in total shock. She just sat in her bed and sitting right beside her was her stuffed animal bear.
As Emma grew older, she took the bear with her everywhere. She traveled the world to places where her and her mother would talk about. Every place she'd traveled to, she would place the bear on something and take a picture of it. She felt as if her mother was always with her when she had that bear. All Emma really had left of her mom was the bear she had made her.
Every morning I wake up, slide my unlock button on my phone to turn off my alarm, and then stretch a little while I lay in bed for a few more moments. I leave my windows open every night so when I wake up the air is crisp, I can smell the fresh grass and dew that sits on top of every little leaf. My body shivers a bit and goose bumps start to multiply on my legs and arms. The sun peaks through my blinds and the ray of light shines into my eyes making me squint and throw my blanket back over my head. I roll over and slowly climb out of bed. My toes wiggles as they touch the cold, hard wood floor for the first time in what seems like ages. The icy ground sends shivers running up my legs. After I make my way down the long dark hallway to my bath room, rubbing my eyes and letting out long yawns in the process. The smell of coffee dances its way into my nose, leaving the good smells to sink into my nostrils. My stomach rumbles at the smell and lets out a huge roar telling me it's almost time to eat. I open my bath room door and flick on the light which seems like it's a laser beam, going right into my eyes, causing me to clench them shut. I cover my eyes and let them adjust to the horrible new light then grab my toothbrush. I squeeze some minty fresh paste onto the sharp bristles. The minty smell makes my taste buds water as my stomach continues to moan and groan over the abundance of smells.
Special Object #7
As a little kid Emma always loved playing with her bear. It was the most important thing in her life. Wherever Emma was, that little bear was close by.
Her mother had bought it for her when she was first born. It was a new born gift. Not only was it one of a kind, but her mother made it herself. She took her time, carefully sewing up every stitch and even stitched in Emma's initials into the stomach.
As Emma reached her teenage years, her mother was diagnosed with cancer. It was a huge shock to not only her, but her family also. Her mother began to age very quickly. Soon she couldn't even remember who Emma was. Emma would sit by her mother's bedside, holding that bear while talking to her mom. Even though her mother couldn't respond back, she new she was listening. She told her childhood stories, stories about her day, and her favorite story to tell was when she made Emma that bear. Every night Emma would cuddle up next to the bear and say a pray for her mother to get better. One day Emma's mother didn't wake up. Emma was heart broken. She didn't speak for days and was in total shock. She just sat in her bed and sitting right beside her was her stuffed animal bear.
As Emma grew older, she took the bear with her everywhere. She traveled the world to places where her and her mother would talk about. Every place she'd traveled to, she would place the bear on something and take a picture of it. She felt as if her mother was always with her when she had that bear. All Emma really had left of her mom was the bear she had made her.