In My Bed Essays

rapping on my door. I tried to ignore it, and sleep, but the knocking persisted. This went on for no less than thirty minutes, until, it suddenly stopped. The abrupt silence was unnerving. I sat up in my bed, wondering if they had finally given up, and gone away. I sat there, for several minutes, waiting to see if it started again, and was about to lie back down, until I heard heavy footsteps, on the other side of my wall. Believing that someone was about to break in, I quickly crawled under my bed, so

love the feeling of the heat on my skin, as I lay there absorbing as much UV light as the bulbs will allow. Tanning is just like being a cat, stretched out on a windowsill, soaking up the mid-morning rays as they pass through the clear glass windowpane. I too stretch out, relaxed and ready to soak up the sun. However, it is not really the sun that I seek, but a bed hidden in a secluded corner room of the salon that I frequently go too. When I first climb into the bed, it is dark and quiet. I lay there

and was too excited to go back to sleep. I really tried to go back to sleep, but my heart rate was too high. I got really bored just lying in my bed, so I decided to go wake up my dad. I walked to my mom and dad’s room and gave my dad a light touch on the back. His response was,” Go Back to bed it’s too early.” So, instead of going back to bed, I went downstairs and watched T.V for an hour and a half. After that, my dad finally came downstairs and we were ready to prepare for Deer Camp. In order

My friend Ilene and I were standing in the middle of the driveway trying to decide where to go that evening , and at the moment stumped! the common where do you want to go , I don't know where do you want to goes were floating around too damn long , seeing as it was the week before Halloween I felt in the seasonal cheer and excitement but reluctant to mention my desires to drive down a hunted road ,"supposedly", haunted road , it was long and story goes a young woman was driving down it in

I think my conditioning did not work because I fell my punishment was not not harsh enough for me to want to make my bed. My punishment of washing the dishes did not make me want to make my bed resulting for me to slack on making my bed. I found myself washing the dishes some night even when I made my bed because I was asked to and I feel that defeated the purpose of this experiment. Since I was performing my punishment on days I did make my bed, I found myself not wanting to make my bed. I also

We spend a good amount of time in bed during our lifetime. A bed is a symbol of love between a couple and a place to destress from the daily turmoil of work or school. I don’t think anyone loves being in bed as much as I do. The poem, “In Praise of My Bed” written by Meredith Holmes is her testimony to how much she loves and is attached to her bed. It is not about her making love in a bed, but simply loving her bed as if it was a person. There is evidence that the speaker is the author because the

back down in the bed. I stayed quiet until I heard a loud snore, which took about thirty minutes. I carefully entered the room, the snoring became louder and louder as I moved closer to his bed. I put down my lantern on his night stand that was right by his bed and opened it a little, just enough to see the old man sleep. He was sleeping on his back wearing a pajama hat looking peaceful, if he only knew that death was standing next to him. I took off my backpack where I had my supplies, and got

To begin, there are many time periods of my life I would love to write about, but the time my family and I went on our four day cruise to the Bahamas is by far the greatest experience in my life so far. I 'm writing about our family 's four day cruise because it was one of the best four days of my entire life with all sorts of food, unlimited pop and coffee,and unlimited ice cream with unlimited ice cream cones. During the cruise ship there was a nice pool with an awesome slide, a few different restaurants

bedroom I was lying still on the floor with blood draining down my forehead. Feeling my heavy eyelids trying to shut. My ears trying to stop hearing. Me feeling very sore like if my body weighed a ton. Then, everything went dark. I couldn't see anything couldn't hear anything going into a dark deep deep sleep. Late in the morning, at the age of 2 years old on the second floor of my house I start to get bored of watching my mom clean her closet. Therefore, I decide to do something to entertain

midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently!” they say that midnight is the witching hour when “every supernatural creature takes life and comes out of the dark”. “I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"” haven’t you ever got scared at night in your room “the place where you think you’re the safest” and have felt someone is watching you? The old man got scared

The next morning I had woken up with no memory of ever having fallen asleep. To my surprise, the other bed was no longer empty. "Annabelle?" I crept closer, "Are you awake?" The bed sheets remained still. I lightly pressed my hand against a lump that I had believed to be her shoulder and it crumbled beneath me. I jerked my hand back in surprise before ripping the sheets off the side of the bed and beheld what seemed to be a peculiar assortment of items. A lighter, blank papers, books, photographs

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Rags to Riches “Uhhh,” my husband moaned as he got out of bed. I told myself that I should probably get up too and start the coffee. I heard the shower start, so I lay out Glen’s clothes and went to the kitchen. I made the coffee and a piece of toast. “Morning, hun,0.” Glen said as he walked out of the bedroom all spiffed up. “Good morning, dear. How’d you sleep?” I asked. “Pretty good, I guess. Well, I did have this horrible nightmare that I lost my job and we were starting to become poor- oh

promotion. I saw a bedroom set that I liked, but Bob was not able to help me to visualize what my purchase would look like in my home and he did not demonstrate or inform me of the expectations or helpful information and care of the products, he did not explain the Ashley lifestyle and merchandising areas, and he did not explain the Ashley story to me. I told Bob that I liked the furniture but what if I get it in my home and I didn’t like it? I asked what the return policy was, Bob said that if I saw the

I wake in a cold sweat, gasping for air. My eyes dart from one side of the room to the other observing the unfamiliar surroundings. I’m lying on a twin sized bed in a small room with nothing in it but a fireplace in the wall to my left. The last thing I remember was riding up the mountain with Kit and Grace in my old, beat up, silver Jeep, so how could I have gotten here? I begin to sit up, but stop when I feel a tug on my wrist. My gaze shifts over to my arm where I see myself handcuffed to the

Scott Base had two sleeping blocks, C-hut 38 x 20 feet and D-hut 28 x 20 feet. Initially, the larger of the two, C-hut, had fourteen single rooms while D-hut had six rooms and a two-bed medical suite, providing sleeping accommodation or 22. Up to the second base extensions in the summer of 1962/63, the single rooms had a bed, five drawers, and a writing desk. These rooms built on an 8 x 9-feet module had a two bunk set in the centre dividing the space into two rooms. Plywood closed the space between

Over the past several years, my brother has developed a habit of consistently falling asleep on the couch in my basement. This is problematic because this causes him to treat the basement as if it is his room, “hogging” the basement and leaving no room for anyone else to sit on the couch. Therefore, the target goal of this behavioral intervention is to reduce the weekly percentage rate that my brother falls asleep on the basement couch from 100% to 70% or less. Pre intervention data Day Rate Duration

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I wake up to the winnie of horses, as if it is part of my dream. I look at my alarm clock and it says 7:23. All the sudden it hits me. I have a horse show a week from today and Sunset and I still have a lot of work to do! I jump out of bed and sprint to my closet. As I pull out my outfit for the day and I’m getting it on, I hear another winnie from in the barn. I figure it’s probably Sunset, one of my most outgoing horses. Always ready to jump whatever’s in front of her! All she does is behave

than twelve hours after I got home. I’m just saying that something doesn’t seem right. I’m in bed and the shadows and reflections in my room are dulled and not quite right. I roll over to check my phone, but I must’ve left it at Marie’s house, so I have no idea what time it is or what type of weather this is supposed to be. My white flower wallpaper has dusty red shadows cast on it and when I pull back my curtain it’s raining ash. The sky is the colour of a dying rose and everything is quiet.