Covered in the warm blanket I try desperately to fall asleep. I do not want to remember today's events, I do not want to feel the guilt anymore. I just want out. Sleep is my escape from my sins, if I could just fall into it's elusive grasp.
A mountain covered by snow is suggestive. It has a coat of ice, looks like it is no longer cold. That's a shelter.
The place was covered in dust. The little mexican house keeper hadn't waddled through the 4-bedroomer in as many years. Every arm of every chair, ever knick of every knack.
"I've got it!" she insisted.
"No, really, it's too much." I replied.
"Don't be ridiculous. You have far too much on your plate. Let me do this one thing for you. Please." The please wasn't a question, but a plea. I knew she felt that she needed to prove herself. To prove that she was more than a high school drop out from the Bronx who survived paycheck to paycheck and paid rent with the tips she made waitressing at that greasy diner on the corner of 7th and Main.
A blanket is able to cover me and keep me warm. A boyfriend is able to cover you and make you feel comfortable, they are there for you and make you feel as though you are protected. A house can cover you and protect you from the evil outside.
covered with ice. it was near the lake. everything with snow, footsteps crossing like shadows of lost souls. haunted past, voices from the inside..
My mobile is covered. Although there are various types of covers availble for it, I like the one with the flap and a magnet. I detest the soft rubber ones because they dont do the job pretty well. The plastic ones on the other hand make my day!
Beneath; under the – -s, she's with him breathing: in tandem? It's hard to tell between the shift of sheets and the taste of morning breath. It's about time to wake up, but they're still ——-, hidden together from the world.
covered in plaster. the walls to the garage were covered. paints, puzzles pieces, mosaics, murals. it doesn't even matter what it was because it was there. all until the day my great grandmother walked in, denounced the ridiculousness, spit on the wall, and told my mom to get her home under control.
When my husband holds me…warm and safe and invincible.
Is the truth really buried, covered in the lies I've told myself and smiled at you? When I came back home, I went digging, fast and hapless, through the heaps of things I had laid down over the years. I made my way through the could haves, the should haves, the why not's and why did I's, through the slow metamorphosis of opportunity to regret. At the end, just the carpeted floor in its original shade, hidden from the sun-bleaching by my own device, and the truth nowhere to be found. I don't even know what it looks like anymore.
The class ran through the forest. No one paused to look behind them. Gerald was leading the way back to where they thought they had left their camping gear. No one said anything to Gerald, even though, covered in blood, he appeared more frightened than anyone had ever seen him before. No one dared ask where Mr. Campbell was….
i covered the zipper that held my jeans together to try to keep him away from getting inside. but that didnt stop him from delving right into me, like he did with my life. i cant hold it anymore and sometimes its better to be covered than expose yourself to the world of fears and troubles that await you.
the blanket of life that covers me has been with me since i was born. sometimes i peek around it and see movements outside, the real world waiting for me to melt and form with it. one day i will remove the final flap and join the other working normal people. amen.
i got home from work after a terribly long day at work. i was the first to get home so i decided to slip into the tub for half an hour before he got home. it was over an 20 minutes and i slowly got up from my bath. he didnt even knock and came barging in, his presence overwhelming. he leaned in and pressed his irrisistable lips against mine. i was wet, and it wasnt from the bath.
Coberto de lama ele se foi. Silencio póstumo. Acabou comigo ele acabar assim. No lodo. Por um capricho meu, joguei confete em suas mãos mal desenhadas. Diga adeus ao carnaval.
The bed is covered up nicely. To cover an object. Overshadow. Prevent from rain. Protected.
I covered her with a blanket as a giggle escaped her. "Bwahahah Gotcha now i say in my most evil voice, she squeals and struggles while giggling i finaly "Lose" and she conquers me, i miss my little sister.
we were covered in leaves that had fallen from the tree. we slept for only an hour or so, but when we awoke, there we were, covered in a blanket of crispy, beautiful fall leaves.
This was NOT what she meant to happen, what she wanted. Tears would have been the next step, but she didn't want anyone to see them. So she covered her eyes, to hide them from the world.
Snow fell like a hammer, swiftly and mercilessly. White flakes rained down around my head as I pushed on. Everything looked different in the snow, forms were hidden, obstacles camouflaged, trees looked like white pillars looming ominously above me.
I was covered in mud from the fringe of my bangs to the soles of my feet. And the pig was still running around the pen, just out of reach. I rolled over onto my back, done trying and willing to just let my ruined clothes soak up the last of the slime.
I covered your heart with my heart, but it wasn't enough. I tried to protect your feelings of love and trust from my stupid feelings of distrust and pain. But you still felt them even though I tried to make you strong.
I covered my eyes with my hands and then it was so dark. I don't know what hit me. It is as if I was struck by something huge yet insignificant. I uncovered them, and saw the most amazing thing. I can't even start to describe it to you.