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True Colors - Chapter Three - A Visitor
I awoke that morning to a bird chirping on the window next to my bed. I laid there, staring at this marvel of nature. When I sat up, the bird turned its head toward me, chirped once, and flew off into the distance. I looked at the clock on the wall, which read 6:30. I stood up, stretched, and slipped on my warm, fuzzy slippers.
I quietly opened my door and tiptoed down the stairs to the kitchen; I was usually the first one awake, especially on Saturdays. I flicked one of the switches on the wall, dimly illuminating the room. I retrieved a box of Cheerios from the pantry, a carton of milk from the refrigerator, and a bowl from the cabinet above the stove. I sat down at the circular table in the center of the kitchen and silently ate my cereal.
Five minutes passed, I the last of my breakfast was eaten. In my robe and slippers I crept upstairs and entered the bathroom for my shower.
Looking through the blurred glass of the window, I noticed that dawn was approaching, casting a ray of light onto the tile. I shed my clothing, stepped into the shower, and turned on the water. The cold water struck my skin like a thousand needles pummeling me, but the water quickly warmed up with an adjustment of the faucet. As I lathered my hair, I wondered when I would receive an owl from either Harry or Ron.
When I was thoroughly cleansed, I turned off the water and reached for the fluffy blue towel that hung on the wall outside the shower. After drying myself, I wrapped the towel around my torso. I silently opened the door and exited the bathroom, heading for my room.
"Good morning, sweetie!" Mom called from downstairs.
"Good morning," I automatically responded. I opened my door and flicked on the light, making obvious the raven-haired boy sitting cross- legged on my bed, a snowy white owl perched atop his shoulder.
True Colors - Chapter Three - A Visitor
I awoke that morning to a bird chirping on the window next to my bed. I laid there, staring at this marvel of nature. When I sat up, the bird turned its head toward me, chirped once, and flew off into the distance. I looked at the clock on the wall, which read 6:30. I stood up, stretched, and slipped on my warm, fuzzy slippers.
I quietly opened my door and tiptoed down the stairs to the kitchen; I was usually the first one awake, especially on Saturdays. I flicked one of the switches on the wall, dimly illuminating the room. I retrieved a box of Cheerios from the pantry, a carton of milk from the refrigerator, and a bowl from the cabinet above the stove. I sat down at the circular table in the center of the kitchen and silently ate my cereal.
Five minutes passed, I the last of my breakfast was eaten. In my robe and slippers I crept upstairs and entered the bathroom for my shower.
Looking through the blurred glass of the window, I noticed that dawn was approaching, casting a ray of light onto the tile. I shed my clothing, stepped into the shower, and turned on the water. The cold water struck my skin like a thousand needles pummeling me, but the water quickly warmed up with an adjustment of the faucet. As I lathered my hair, I wondered when I would receive an owl from either Harry or Ron.
When I was thoroughly cleansed, I turned off the water and reached for the fluffy blue towel that hung on the wall outside the shower. After drying myself, I wrapped the towel around my torso. I silently opened the door and exited the bathroom, heading for my room.
"Good morning, sweetie!" Mom called from downstairs.
"Good morning," I automatically responded. I opened my door and flicked on the light, making obvious the raven-haired boy sitting cross- legged on my bed, a snowy white owl perched atop his shoulder.