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WRITING OBSTACLE
Write a description of the feeling of drifting off to sleep.
You could use metaphorical or poetic language, or you could use comparisons and contrast to describe this feeling.
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His helmet reflects pale lights of dawn
His hands grope for his gun
Leaving him there
He wishes to have fought until his legs became too sore to run
His lungs to hot to breathe
His gun too cocked to shoot
He watches as the new day encroaches
He watches as his time in the hourglass closes
His legs dig deeper as his arms wrap tighter
He whispers soft words of comfort in his ears
He lets out a strug...
In the still of night, I toss and turn,
In shadows deep, where dreams should lie, I wander lost ’neath sleepless sky.
With heavy lids and weary mind, I search for rest I cannot find.
The night grows long, the hours tick by,
I lie awake, alone in bed, Entwined with thoughts that fill my head.
In the stillness of the darkest night, Where shadows dance in eerie light.
Whispers echo, from corners de...
I can hear my head, if the room is quiet
By filling the room with words of music
I can drown it silent
Words that give my mind a story to imagine
Instead of memories that have happened
To fall asleep with foreign cognition
Unfamiliar visions
Because familiarity brings with it a sense of consciousness
A sense of awareness
So I listen to the words
“Hey there bud, how’d it go last night
I saw ...
The rhythmic patter of rain on the windowpane serenaded me as if nature hummed a lullaby. I nestled deeper into the cocoon of the blanket on my big bed. My eyelids grow heavy and with every breath, I drift further away from reality. My thoughts, once scattered like autumn leaves, now gathered in the gentle current of drowsiness. I surrender into the infinite realms of my subconscious where my min...
One sheep
Two sheep
Three sheep
Four sheep.
I count the pink painted sheep on the walls, pretending they are hopping over the fence. Where they go I do not know, but I hope it’s a good place. Like a land where the grass never ends, and no pests disturb them. Or maybe a sheep’s dream is to live like humans, with wooden houses and their own farm animals. I’m not a sheep, so I cant tell for certain....
As my head rested against my pillow.
I slowly rested for sleep.
The bed having an imprint of my body.
The peace was quiet.
The blanket warm, soft, and silky.
The pillow comfy with its case.
‘Goodnight my love’ my mother said.
My father nodding me off to sleep.
My big sister laying beside me.
Her side felt warm,
like the suns warmth,
curling beside me.
A goodnight kiss,
and a fluffy, warm stuffi...
Sinking. Physically sinking into your position on the mattress. Body molding with pillows and sheets. Head and neck at the right angle, hips supported, back being held just right. Limbs going heavy, jaw relaxing. Cat curled up on your ankles just so. Mentally sinking into the calm blackness behind your eyelids. Drifting away, and not considering it too hard. Allowing that blackness to enfold over ...
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