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Descriptive Essay: The Cold Room

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Hearing the clock tick while staring at the dull grey walls of the hospital – everything seemed to be still. Tap. Tap. Impatiently tapping my foot, my heavy breathing was audible (Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale) over the (ring - ring) shear shrill of the telephone. Shaking my leg in the dead silence of the room, I licked my dry lips. Everything was a blur; the nurses walking past (with metal trays and blue reports), doctors, patients… In the cold room, the harsh glaring light of the operating theatre shined bright like a ‘danger’ sign, piercing my eyes. Ardently waiting for it to turn off, I silently grabbed the coffee from the heavy, metallic chair beside me that my sister sat on. Although the room was frigid, the heat from the cup calmed me down slightly as I wrapped my palms around the flimsy, plastic cup. I closed my eyes. I breathed in the piquant aroma of coffee …show more content…

After a long wait for 1 hour, I pushed the tall door to enter. I looked around and saw serene teal walls. Elegant and exquisite painting hung on the wall so that they surrounded fawn-coloured leather couch. Next to it was a colossal window displaying an alluring view (Nature paints the most astonishing paintings!) The mountains - in the distance - reached the faint spread of clouds. Verdant hills filled the enormous space near the water bodies with clean and cool blue water flowing calmly. I head over to the window. Lost in the view as I look down, I see the reflection of the crib. Before walking towards the wooden latticed cradle, I felt shivers go down my back because of the mixture of anticipation and agitation. I took a deep breath as if to gain confidence. Walking further I felt just like I did on the first day of my new school, like I felt just before my first ever solo dance performance. I look down at the mattress covered with a thin and soft sheet and in the middle of it - wrapped up in a furry blanket - there he

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