Essay about I Woke From My Dreams
I rose from my bed, almost falling out, as I did every morning for school. Then, I tried to find clothes to wear, stumbling around like I was too drunk to stand. After a few minutes I finally decided what I was going to wear. I grabbed my favorite black shirt, along with a dark blue pair of jeans. I slid my shoes on and threw my black jacket into the air, then as it fell on me, I shoved my arms into the sleeves, and walked out of my room.
I met my mom at the bottom of the stairs, she was much shorter than I am, with pure blonde hair. It kinda made me wonder why my hair was the color it was. My hair was and has always been this brownish color. I was born with it along with my piercing grey eyes.
“Morning Mom.” I greeted her, as this was our daily routine throughout the week.
“Good morning Jason.” she replied. “Be careful on your way to school today.”
“I always am.” I laughed as I walked out the door.
Little did I know that would be the last time I’d see her ever again…
I stepped outside to find it was really warm for the winter season. There wasn’t a snowflake to be seen anywhere. I started to walk to my car,…