Today I'm giving you a description, because writing stories relies upon the ability to describe something on a page that a reader can see, feel, touch, or hear. I'm picking the description I think is best out of all my writing so far, it will only be a single paragraph.
The air coats my small body in a cool wrapper. I place my hands under my back to keep them warm. The fan kicks on from the ceiling and a fresh breeze drifts between my legs. I shiver at the delicate touch of the airs’ fingertips. My toes are not frozen but they are ice cold when I sit up and place them Indian style under my legs. From the high point of the bed, I can see the white marble textured floor. It is glazed over letting my deformed reflection stare back at me asking how much longer I must wait. My heart pounds in my chest as I hear feet scuffle across the floor outside the room. The door is blocking everyone from view. Its small silver handle turns slowly as if it is relishing in my anticipation. The light from the ceiling flickers a quick blink and I think back to how I got here.
What did you picture as you read this?