Enter_The_Worship_Circle__A_Descriptive_Essay

Enter The Worship Circle: A Descriptive Essay Enter the Worship Circle I lie here upon my bed, as I replay my day through my head. The dorm I live in, smells of cleaning supplies mixed with my perfume .The white cinder block walls are unfriendly in sight and touch, always adapting to the temperature it is outside. I look across at my roommate as she lies upon her bed, reading a book. I pretend to be writing in my journal as she concludes her reading for the night. As she lays the books aside, I hide my eyes from her view, not wanting her to see me observing her. Her coffee colored locks fall upon her shoulders, some curling and falling over her tiny ears; other strands, straight as a piece of paper, fall down her partly arched back. Her green eyes sparkle like the sun hitting the morning dew and in the instant before she closes them, her eyes shine as if the moon is hiding behind each one of her eyelids. She sits upon a quilt. Its patchwork, battered, torn and definitely aged, seems to hold many memories and secrets. Patches of red, blue, paisley, and other patterns, come together with tiny stitching to form the masterpiece. She sits eyes, head, upon, together, through, song, seems, quilt, now, knees, full, face, bow, body, words, voice, two, tiny, tears, sometimes, softly, sits, silent, roommate, reverence, reading, penney, out, opens, one, off, night, mouth, moment, lord