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The Winter Blues
Inside it is nice and warm, cuddled up alone in my warm bed, sheets and covers smother me, as soft pillows rest my heavy head. Outside the white, soft snow comes falling down hard, blowing in from the north, south, east and west and the wind picks up, as it makes a high pitch howl, as a ghost would do when trying to strike fear into someone. Inside so warm, outside it is so cold, Inside filled with sweet dreams, and outside filled with cold, soft, white nightmares. Soon, the alarm goes off and wakes me from a cozy slumber, as I hit the "SNOOZE" button and straighten myself from bed; I walk over to my window and rub my eyes and can't believe my eyes. Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow- and more snow! White pillows of snow everywhere, on the leafless trees, the branches covered with snow and ice. I open my window for some fresh air, and the air is too thin to breath, and the wind hits me in the face and cold burns my face with a chilling sting! I shut my window- as I look at my bed, temptations of jumping back in and warming back up all cross my mind, but sadly it was only Wednesday and no call-off for school, so I guess I'll go shovel the snow out of the driveway, warm the car up and get ready to go learn. .2.5.2014.
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