Write a short narrative paragraph about the day your mother made your bed with you still in it. remember that you are telling a story. (note: this is not an essay or a long paragraph. this is a short paragraph so 4-8 sentences are required.) !

The blaring from my alarm woke me from my slumber on that cool fall morning. I allowed myself to shift my weight just a bit to hit the snooze button, and my eyes closed once more. Sleep eluded my senses, but before I could give into the sandman's tune, a gentle tugging at the blankets startled me awake. My mother had begun to make my bed with me still in it. Stop I wanted to shout. Let me sleep. However sleep would never come to me again, as I had departed from the world early that morning. Giving in to the pull of the underworld, and the promise of no more. 

It's a gift from god that allows people to bear witness to horror.