"Kristoff are you awake?" Anna whispered in my ear, her hair tickling my face. If I said I was startled by this I would be lying, because I had fully expected this to happen. Before bed, Anna had dragged me out to the casttle gardens to go stargazing. Those stars up in the sky were twinkling and shining, so much so that I knew she wasn't going to go to sleep tonight. Honestly, was having trouble getting to sleep. She somehow managed to get right in my head, and even I loved it, I needed a little bit of time to snooze.
"Maybe. Why?" I moaned, rolling on my back. The blankets that I had tucked in had come loose, and my feet were getting cold.
"The sky's awake, so I'm awake, so we have to do something!" She said, then jumped on me. It was cute, in a way, until she slid off and accidentally hit me with her foot in the face. Not to mention I was separated from my blankets completely. This was ridiculous. I got out of bed, and went to start stacking logs in the fireplace.
"Do something like sleep?" I asked, knowing fully that her answer was going to be anything but sleep.
"Well, I...
The glistening sun rises; it's visually impairing light shines upon my closed eyelids forcing me to wake up. I slowly look around the cramped stuffy room. The tired worn out men were fast asleep; probably dreaming about the mystical day we all achieve our long wished fantasy, to finally get out of this ranch and live our own life’s freely. Lennie woke up startled then violently rolled out of his squeaky bunk. “Good morning Lennie” I softly whispered. He silently whispered back “good morning George” with a huge pleased grin from ear to ear across his smug face.
“The house is settling,” my Italian carer would say as the lights dimmed and glowed in her ghostly presence… but this wasn’t all the house did. I slept in my room. Well, not really slept. Sleep was never something I did much of, especially early on. My worries at seven pm far outweighed my need for sleep. Awake. Forever awake. My father had left me. My mother…
Vivid sunflowers were perched on her dresser, with a wooden jewelry box, fancy perfume Winnie had only read about in elite magazines, vanilla scented candles, and a mirror. Her closet had basic clothing, new and fresh: something that was new to Winnie as well. Her bed was huge, or at least for her. Her comforter looked like a silky cloud, anticipating for someone to sleep on. Winnie could practically hear it begging for it to be slept in.
“Mama and Mrs. Freeman will surely notice I’m gone. Well, I bet I’ll be home by lunchtime tomorrow,” she whispered to herself, truly believing the words spilling out of her mouth. Closing her eyes, she tried to drift into sleep, but her doubtful thoughts occupied her attention.
"You alright? You're looking a bit cold." I ask, goosebumps started to rise on my arms and legs as well. It was getting cold, which was definitely odd.
Wesley implies that people who do not appear to be receptive to their collapsed state. They are totally unaware of their actual spiritual condition. Such sleepers do not possess any notion that the entity they have is the common required entity people are not even able to foresee as feasible. People are completely ignorant of their actual spiritual state. People do not recognize the new birth, an innermost modification of the heart, or the holy ritual that recaptures the image of God in us. Everybody got to see their actual state. People are asleep spiritually. To distinguish themselves as fallen, in addition to the necessity to be rescued, to envision themselves in limbo and want of unharness. A Few people are in this “deep sleep” of thinking they are spiritually alive when they are dead unto God. People declare themselves Christians, yet Jesus Christ is not in them. Until people are awakened from their absentness, they continue lost.
“Um, well… I slept late last night perfecting my homework,” I stated tiredly, hoping she would just go away and leave me alone as I did my homework.
The melodies and harmonies woke him up from his deep slumber, creeping into the small cottage through the bedroom window. He rose to his elbows and listened intently; it wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t soft, either. It was like a missed lover come home, calling to him, missing him. His thoughts flew to the girl that occupied his bed with him the night before, and called out her name.
A crooked smile came to her face, her head slightly dropped to the side, her right shoulder dropped with it. “I know that, I can’t help it Mother Gothel.” She shrugged her shoulders a little, she crossed her left arm over her body. “It's like my mind just pictured them and my had just paints it.” She stated with a slight nod, her voice soft. “Oh, Mother.” she perked up a little, she straightened her head. “I don’t think that will happen anytime soon.” Or at least she hoped it wasn’t going to. “The Lanterns are amazing, I love the way the float around.” She extended her hand out, making waving motions with it. “It's so beautiful and the way the night sky looks when all of them are released is beautiful.” A smile quickly spreading across her
Poetic and literary devices are often used in literature to encourage others to think about how and why a poem, short story or song, etc. was written. They aid in supporting and developing themes. Literary devices are the tools and techniques of language used to convey meaning. Many songs can be analyzed to discover various literary devices and poetic terms; allowing people to evaluate the words and form deeper understandings.
“THAT’S IT!” I screamed to the screen. “I’ll do it tomorrow.” With a huff I slammed my computer shut and got ready for bed. I jumped into bed and snuggled into my panda covers with a sigh. “Tomorrow is another day; I got this. She won’t know what’s coming,” I thought and slipped into a calm sleep; or so I thought.
Cora was relieved to have finally reached her rented house. She turned off the ignition and hauled her luggage out the boot. The two story house loomed over her. Cobwebs clung to every corner of the porch. A fine layer of dust was on the balcony. It looked nothing alike the photo the real estate agent had shown her. An owl suddenly hooted and broke the silent night sky. Her heart was thumping out of her chest. She slid the key in the lock and the door slowly creaked open. The sound was a pain to her ears but she continued. Cora was so sleep deprived she instantly dozed off as her head touched the pillow on the
Timmy relieved me, sending me off to bed. It was nearly midnight and I was really sleepy. Dean was snoring under a blanket on the floor. I pulled the remaining blanket over myself and laid my head on a musty-smelling pillow. The floor was hard, but at least it wasn't lumpy. My mind continued
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
Waking up with Shay cuddled next to me was magnificent. Her skin felt softer than freshly plucked rose petals, and she smelled even sweeter. I wanted to pinch myself, but I knew I wasn't dreaming because I was wide awake. I pressed my nude body against her warmth, kissed her on the nape of her neck, and tried to wake her up but it was useless.