In freezing mornings my blankets tempt me to stay in them for warmth. The Battle of the Blankets began on Wednesday morning.
This battle was hard but I didn’t give up. Shoving my sheets and blankets to one side, a cold air hit me like a bullet. I got up, put on my uniform. My jumper was missing, I didn’t know what to do. I stood in my hallway freezing cold. But I knew I had won The Battle of the Blankets.