I can smell the unbearable stank of others, the deathly odor of the dead mice fills
most of the room. At least I can feel a nice cold breeze flowing through the cabin. I can
hear others sobbing, moaning, snoring and breathing. I feel water droplets covering my face
from the wave splashing below.
most of the room. At least I can feel a nice cold breeze flowing through the cabin. I can
hear others sobbing, moaning, snoring and breathing. I feel water droplets covering my face
from the wave splashing below.
As the boat rocks from side to side. I can feel this morning's food about to burst out of me. At Least
the view and the ticking of the clock is keeping me entertained...
the view and the ticking of the clock is keeping me entertained...
Te Raiana, you began this matchbox diary entry with excellent descriptive language and I felt as though I was there with you experiencing those rancid smells. I like that even though your surroundings are so dire, you can still see positives in your situation by describing a 'nice cold breeze.' I feel you have more ideas to describe and share. Perhaps you can revisit this learning sometime - I'd like to read your next entry.
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