Sensory Language- Victoria Hyde

As I walked up the steep and muddy hill, I could feel the crisp wind blowing in my face. I could smell the bonfire and hear the laughter of my many friends surrounding the fire. I could feel the cold air on my feet from not wearing warm shoes. Music was blaring and I could barley hear anything but Jason Aldean echoing through the field. I felt the warm heat from the fire on my cool hands and face, and a cool sensation from a cold drink in my hand. A smile came across my face as the boys got in their trucks,and started tearing through the field. I could feel slimy cold mud fling onto my face and arms. At the end of the night I laid in bed feeling my warm blanket surround me. I drifted off to sleep after a great night.