As the snow fell,Tom waited inside the flat.The phone rang longingly so Tom lunged over to it and picked it up. He listened and he had to go. He rushed over to the other side of the room, 

picked up the suitcase and ran outside.

Outside of the steam engine, it was a crisp morning.

Inside it was, scorching and the heat was unbearable.

Above the attic roof, there was torrential rain.

Down below, the rich fire deleted the coldness that roamed the house.

Beside the oven, the fish tank glistened with multi-coloured marine fish.

On the other side of the oven, the coats hung waiting to protect their next patient.

Up north, the wind chilled the hearts of innocent civilians.

Down south, the warming air and sweet milkshakes lured the mythical souls of the tropical animals.

Inside of the heart of the car’s engine, the oil and the heat scorched and seemed nothing could be hotter.

Outside the air, drew all the moisture of all the living souls.

As soon as the gorgeous face of Ms.Honey strolled  into class velvet, the appealing  room brought a shock of happiness that  appeared to turn the familiar face of Ms.Honey into the shining eyes of an angel.She sang to herself and was like a delightful note being played on repeat by a grand piano. The sun that looked like it was owned by heaven reflected off of the oak resin tables and onto the warm smiles of the wise children and  with a peaceful grin rather like a puppy just delivered from heaven. ‘So children, how’s your week been , ’ joyfully said  the peaceful  teacher, ‘I am not used to having such delightful pupils.