Sensory Language

Kathryn Phillips

Mr. Neuburger

Comp 101-101

4 February 2013

Sensory Language

As I walked out of my house I pet my sweet dog, Amani goodbye realizing that I had missed

breakfast as my stomach growled at me for being late getting around this morning.  I ran out

to my truck I decided that I missed the color green and all the daisies that I will see when

spring finally gets here.  I love to hear people outside laughing, riding their bikes, just

enjoying each other and the weather.  It helps to take my mind off of the hand I had to hold

of the wife that just lost her husband of 50 years, or the baby crying, or the person who got

burned.  That is a smell that never gets out of your nose.  You never forget it.  Snap back to

reality and grab my phone to see what time it is, although I would rather sit outside in the

rain and think about people laughing.  I throw my book bag into my truck and see that I have

ten minutes to get to school. CRAP!   Once again my day dreaming is going to cost me a

morning of honking horns and me praying there are no police officers in sight.  Once I get to

class I start to calm down a little, grab my ink pen out of   my book bag and get to it.  As

soon as I leave here I will head to work, pray for lunch, and think about what is for dinner.  I

will listen to the sound of people machines beeping to remind me to slow down, stop and

smell the flowers (flowers because rose’s make me think of a funeral), and to take life one

cigarette at a time