I remember feeling the coldness, seeping under my blanket, tickling my feet; mixing with the warm toasty feeling in my bed. I got up, shivering and reached for my new coat (it was the only warm wearble thing around) slipping it on, ignoring the rough fabric, I suddenly changed my mind, and threw the coat on my bed. I liked the cold, it was like something I never experienced; the cold clinging to the air and my old pyjamas warming me up just a bit.
It was 7am, still dark; I stumbledin the dark, through the hall, trying not to wake anyone up. I absoloutely loved Christmas mornings, and just creeping under the tree to smell tghe pine scent. (It was a fake tree, but air freshener works) shoot! they're already awake!!! i thought as I heard footsteps. But i was already trying to peek into a small present! I quickly tried to retape it, the gold and red paper ripped right across the present, like red paint will be noticed on white paper...
When it was time to open my presents, mypresent was spoilt, and I was "The party spoiler" I guess I shouldnt let curiosity rome too far Just a bit.
Sometimes curiousity can get the best of us!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing!
Love,
Mrs. Brown