Sensory Language

            As I sit here on this early Monday morning, wiping the sleep from my eyes, I slowly become acclimated to the things that are around me.  The cool temperature and condensation on the Mt. Dew bottle on my desk.  The noisy hum of the computers and printer, going off every few minutes as people slowly complete the task for the day, the glow of the royal purple marker on the freshly cleaned white board.  As time for contemplation comes around I start to let my mind wander as I always do when it’s this deprived of sleep, when I close my eyes I smell fresh peaches, bananas and melting chocolate, making my mouth water like Niagara Falls.  I can hear people talking and children laughing and fell a slight breeze against my cheek, feeling a splash of salt water spray against my face.  I absolutely love it when my mind takes me to the beach, tanning and being warmed by the wonderfully bright sun, listening to the call and songs of the local birds and to the sound of the ocean itself, the rhythmic beating of a constant drum in sync with the heartbeat of time.  Suddenly the teacher snaps me back to reality with his commanding and booming voice, “Alright, now let’s post this on our class blog.”  I realize that I am sitting in my morning English class with my pajamas on wondering if the amount of kitty hair that I have is greater when I leave in the morning or when I come back.  I reflect on the fact that my hands are going to be cold on the way home because of the steering wheel and have no desire to be in reality, so I loosely grip my pens rubber holding place and go back to letting my mind flow down the river of happiness and imagination.