Crazy Canine Catastrophe narrative essay
There was a calming familiarity of the obnoxious clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen that morning, as I began to wake up to the sight of another seemingly unrelenting snow storm. I wiped off the greenish, yellow crust that had built up around my eyes from the night before and glanced out through the iced-over window pane in my room. I couldn't see further than fifteen yards in any direction, barely being able to make out the shapes of the neighboring houses that surrounded me. Just another unfortunate, gloomy day here in Greensberg, Indiana I said to myself as I rolled over. I was now directly facing my small black alarm clock, which gave the room a bluish glow and immediately switched to seven a.m. RING! RING! RING!... RING! RING! RING!... RI..CLICK! I woke up early again as usual wondering why my mother even bothered to set my alarm in the first place. A sigh of relief fell over me as I stumbled out of bed to the overwhelming aroma of my favorite meal. The enticing smell poured down the hallway from the kitchen and slowly seeped into my room, as if through a direct ventilation system unavoidably leading into my nasal cavity. With elated excitement I slid on my worn down Batman house shoes and shuffled out of my room, down the hallway, and into the kitchen. As I entered I discovered my mother whipping up some cheesy scrambled eggs and preparing the bacon extra crispy, just the way I like it. Before I even had time to adjust to the kitchen light, my mom turned towards me abruptly and said, "Good morning baby, breakfast is ready, what would you like to drink?" "Juice!" I shouted excitedly as she smiled down at me. She set the table and poured me a big glass of apple juice. "After you eat, go brush your teeth and get ready for the day. Mommy is taking you over to your friend Gregg's house in a few minutes so I can go to work." "Okay mom." I stated with enthusiasm. I quickly gulped down my...
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