Descriptive Writing Snow

My eyes unbolted from my slumber. I slowly pulled the warm, soft, heavy blanket off my heated body. My feet hit the ground and the cold air struck through me like a knife slashing away at the heated film that had surrounded me. As I walked to the window my feet tripped over the piles of laundry that I didn't bother to pick up. I peeled open the blinds and there it was. Snow that had covered the valley like a blanket. Thoughts raced through my head as I pulled my pajamas off and replaced them with clothes that I had worn from the day before. I pushed my bedroom door open and raced down the stairs, pulling the front door open welcoming the cold into the house. I stood over the freshly laid blanket of snow, wondering if I should build a snow man or listen to the snow crunch beneath my feet? I walked straight into the forest trying to satisfy my adventurous mind. As I walked I could hear the mice underneath the snow hiding from the snow fox that was stalking them and the snow owl above the trees …show more content…
What I didn't like is that the cancer was spreading. Spreading to my heart and today was my last day. Last day to ever feel the snow crack beneath my feet, to see the snow fox, the mice, and my guardian angel, and the last day to ever feel the snow fall on my face. My life is now like an hour glass with the last grains of sand falling. I heard something, I turned around its my mother. Before I started to walk, I fell in to the freshly laid snow. I felt the icy snow kiss my face as I laid there listening to my mothers frantic screams for help, the fox walking away with a lifeless mouse in his muzzle, the owl still gliding in the wind. Everything went black and then parts of my life started to flash in my mind like the time I learned how to ride a bike, the first tooth I lost, and the first kiss my mother ever gave me. But, the one thing you can't hear is the last snow flake falling like the last grain falling ending another