Bed rest

rustic. Miller reports only a chest, chair, small table, and the bed containing the girl. Reflecting the attitude that the reader experiences in the relationships between the Puritans, especially between the members of the Parris household, this setting creates an empty or barren feeling in the reader. The description of the room also includes a "narrow" (Act I, p.62) window with "leaded panes" (Act I, p.62) and a candle burning near the bed. The dark, gloomy room, lit only by glimmers of light…

roll over to my side to see how bright my room is almost as a day after a blizzard without the cold. The feeling had me energized and up and out of bed to get the day started that was ahead of me. As I make my bed, I see the fluffiest and most adorable cat laying sound asleep, so peaceful and warm to see. Almost as if it’s a message to get back in bed and give all my love to the cat. My phone lights up like a lightning storm, I look and see to my astonishment. I’m late, I quickly run to my…

shows that Marcovaldo seems to be saying he has experienced that how the serenity disturbed, and I think it is the unexpected increasing the noise like the sound that comes from doing infrastructure works nearby you. Imagine that I am sleeping in my bed at the weekend which it's supposed to be quiet. However, I remember that when I left my apartment in the downtown to the suburbs, in the first week I slept very well because our neighbor was quiet, but in the second week the AT&T Company woke me…

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laying in bed hugging my teddy bear looking up at the wall, I continue listening to the music echoing from outside my room. It was 8’ o'clock and even though I was already tired, the need for staying up stayed with me. I stare and see the big wooden door wondering why I had to go to sleep while everyone was awake. “Sure I was being mean and started crying, but I want to listen to music! I want to party! I’m four years old, I can do whatever I want,” I thought angrily. Suddenly, I roll out of bed…

A little dazed and confused I rolled over to grasp my phone. It was just out of reach, which I’m sure I did on purpose. I stretched my arm out as far as I could and nudged it with my finger tips. Thump! Still ringing it fell and slid under the bed. I crawled to the floor taking my blankets and pillow with me and finally shut the lousy noise off. My eyes sprung open as I glanced at the time, “7:10? Crap Madelyn you're so going to be late for work!” I told myself as I snatched my oversized black…

“Wake up,” Josie Said to me as she pulled the comforter off of my bed. “Five more minutes,” I slowly griped. “No, we have to get our bags packed, today's the day,” Said Josie. I got up, my bones aching worse than a two day old flu shot, and my head spinning quicker than a hurricane. Once I was ready to go downstairs, I picked up a blanket lying on the floor, I then wrapped it around my half naked body, and I walked out of my bedroom and headed down the stairs. When I go down the…

An iPhone was placed in the hands of Rylee for the first time. An app (Pokemon Go) was uploaded that every person in her school talks about. The location services were turned on, on Rylee’s phone and she saunters around outside by herself for hours. Rylee accumulated her fiftieth Pokemon as she looks up and notices the pitch black viewpoint, she wondered where she was. Nothing but a whistle of the nippy wind was flying by her ear. Rylee continues to walk a little further and she trusts herself…

The moment I saw those two terrifying words, I knew my agony would begin. Poetry Analysis. My professor handed me instructions for a brand new analytical essay assignment that was meant to be completed within a week. According to my professor’s syllabus, the assignment was predictable. I knew one day this essay would be a challenge for me to face with. I despised reading poems throughout my high school years. Yet, was it a possibility for me to actually adore reading poems? On a cloudy…

The clock ticked by, it was 6:01 in the morning, and I kept looking at her, a look of pain was reflected on her face, sweaty and strained with the joy of anticipation. Her hands tugging hard at the bed sheet and the veins popping out on her neck were visible pulsating as she tried not to make noise, but I knew she was struggling to keep calm. How I wish I was in her spot, to feel what she was feeling; unfortunately, reality kept nudging me with my imagination being broken by the movement going…