A Descriptive essay on a girl worshiping God in her dorm room.

Enter the Worship Circle I lie here upon my bed, as I replay my day through my head. The dorm I live in, smells of cleaning supplies mixed with my perfume .The white cinder block walls are unfriendly in sight and touch, always adapting to the temperature it is outside. I look across at my roommate as she lies upon her bed, reading a book. I pretend to be writing in my journal as she …

…until her breathing gets heavier, leaving an impression that she was now asleep. I gently lay my notebook on the ground and close my eyes. Images of the intense moment I have just seen, run through my head. I smile as I realize how blessed I am to have a roommate as such. Touched by the moment of her vulnerability and reverence to the Lord, I drift off into a night of the sweetest dreams.