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"Late at night I usually go to the bathroom multiple times, but for the past four days, every time I go to leave, I can see myself still standing in the mirror from the corner of my eye. It is like the other me is watching me leave the bathroom. It terrifies me to the point where I almost run out without looking directly at the mirror. I never told my husband about it because I didn't want to acknowledge it out loud.
"Earlier today I took a nap in our bed while he sat in the chair next to it watching TV. When I woke up he told me that he had seen me sit up and crawl backward to the edge of the bed and stand up in front of our bedroom door from the corner of his eye. He thought it was weird that I got up like that because I'm in the last month of my pregnancy and I can't really move so well without it hurting, so he tried talking to me.
"When I didn't answer he looked at the door to find me not there and still sleeping in bed. I got really creeped out and I finally told him about what I have been seeing in the bathroom. He thought it was creepy as well but didn't want to really talk about it anymore because he thinks it will give whatever it is power or energy. I have no idea what it wants or why we both saw it."
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Answer:
The dreariness of the speaker’s life away from Innisfree.
Explanation:
The lines 'While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core' refer to a feeling of closeness to and remembrance of a place dear to the speaker’s heart. There is an implicit sense of removal, of physical distance, contrasted to an emotional proximity.
So we know it reflects his life away from the idyllic Innisfree. Futhermore, the general tone of the phrase, the depiction of the pavements' colour (rather a dull one), appear to suggest a certain general dreariness.
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You need to add the book or something because we have no idea who elisa is
Explanation:
Here's something that could work:
This morning at school, my life was completely ruined.
Everything was fine up until art class. My crush, Felix, was painting a beautiful portrait, as always. Mrs. Sharp, the teacher, was playing Solitaire on her ancient computer. I sat down in my seat, (right behind Felix) dug out my portfolio out of my beat-up backpack, and started working on one of my drawings. I was just about to give up and move on to a new one, when I heard squealing and giggling coming from the back of the class. <em>Just what I needed, </em>I thought,<em> more distractions keeping me from actually creating a decent piece. </em>I tried to ignore the girls, but the longer I waited, the more they giggled. Eventually, I couldn't take it any longer. I jumped out of my seat and chucked my sketchbook in their direction.
"WHAT IS SO FUNNY? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE SO AMUSING THAT YOU HAVE TO DISRUPT THE ENTIRE CLASS JUST TO GIGGLE ABOUT IT?"
The class was silent. I stood there, frozen in shock at what I had just done. The girls stared, their jaws to the floor, as I felt my face heat up. Slowly, I turned around and sat down, only to find Felix's gorgeous blue eyes glittering in amusement. <em>Great, </em>I thought, <em>now the most popular guy at school thinks I'm a loser. </em>I put my head down on my desk and tried not to cry. I had never felt so embarrassed in my life.