Deeply asleep, and I could feel the release of my eyes closed. Finally my week body could rest, and peacefully heal itself from something I caught from my brother. My body protected from the cold breeze that the air conditioning brought with a thick sheet that shield me, making it the perfect temperature.
So calming, until I feel something being moved from under my arm. At that moment, I found out that again I had fallen asleep with my guitar in my arms. My eyes immediately popped open, and I caught a quick glance at Richard (my brother that got me sick) trying to slide the instrument from my grasp. Unfortunately he was successfully, and I was left whining like a little girl saying," Richard, what the crap, give it back!" and holding the sheet over my face to cover the bright-yellow light shining heavily on my unnaturally warm face. I wanted to jump off my bed and harshly grasp it from his hands, but I was too week to get up, or even talk. I probably wasn't as mad at him because he took my guitar, but because he woke me up after a rough day of staying awake. My head just dropped back on my pillow, and tried to go back to that peaceful sleep, as he loudly walked away from me, and out the door shutting it behind him.
No matter how much I wanted to fall back asleep, my eyes just couldn't stay closed. The temperature than started to rise, and the sheet that once protected me from the cold air, now imprisoned me from coming in contact with oxygen. I slowly flipped the sheet off my body with week shaking hands. I now felt even worse than before that perfect, but short nap. Richard can be such a pain.
I loved everything, the imagery was amazing, the verbs and descriubing words were terrific which made the story crystal clear and relaxed. :D
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