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Once upon a midnight dreary as I curled up in my favorite arm chair in the corner of my study a window to my left with perfect view of nature’s decoration of white flakes covering the road way . To my right the fire place set a small blaze with warmth and light while I read a tale of a man who chases a whale. With a cup of warm cocoa I warm my heart and with this epic tale I entice my imagination.
To my amazement out of complete silence a strange tapping came from down the hall. At first I shrugged it off as probably the old house creaking as the wind blows and hits its walls. I go back to my literature as the sound procures strength and draws near my study door.
As I stood up my feet made a loud stomp on the wooden floor. The sound ceases to exist as I walk closer to its source; my mind is at ease when I see that a window was left open allowing in a cold breeze.
After tending to this matter all I can think of is returning to the comfort of my favorite seat, a blanket for my feet, my cocoas awaits, and let’s not forgets a tale of the sea and its mysteries.
To my surprise as I arrived to my studied my fire has died. I thought to myself the wind has blown out the warmth so I must go outside. As I rush down to the kitchen closet to equip my self for the task at hand m I remind myself that my goal is the thrilling end of the novel I so anticipate. Once I reached my destination I gather up my galoshes, wool cover along with a raccoon skin cap, and a scarf to protect my throat and chest from a freight full pest, I stood in font of the door leading out like a soldier ready for battle.
I open the door and let out a huge gasp as I take my first step out into the cold. My destination the wood shed along the way I must make a stop a retrieve my axe on a stump just a few feet away. The flakes begin their decent in all its beauty and wonder strengthens cold weather. As each flake and I make contact I feel the weight of the animal who wore this wool fur before I bought it from the store.
Atlas I reached my wood shed but to my disbelief in all my preparation I forget to bring my key! Oh well no use in wallowing in a mistake I must make the journey back to retrieve that key. For it holds the firewood needed to rebuild my comfortable seen. I scurried along in the white powdery ground each step is deep. I can feel the earth all the way to my knees.
Success I reached the house and on the side of the door was where my keys hung from a chain in plain sight so I shall not forget. I grabbed the keys and made my way back axe in my right hand and keys in my left. The wind gushes to my face as I press on forward in my quest for warmth; I can feel small daggers of ice slicing through my skin without a trace of blood they left much pain.
With my eyes barley open I marched towards the wood shed door. As I placed my hand on the knob I felt the icy cold of a thousand winters all at once. With a turn of the key the door was unlocked and opened, as I walked in I noticed I had already chopped enough wood to last me the rest of the year. I placed the axe down and grabbed a sack clothe bag and place as much fire wood that I can carry in it.
With my goal at hand I found a new source of energy which propelled me back to the house, a swift change of clothes, and up to my study where I rekindled the fire. As I sat down trying to re-establish my comfort under my blanket I noticed my cocoa was sitting their no longer warm. I know what I must do I must head back to the kitchen and warm up my cocoa to perfection. I must get back into my slippers and begin a new quest.