It was only 5 am but it was getting really dark and the rain wasn’t stopping. She didn’t want to wake up but the sound of rain was touching her nerves continuously. She moved his body up and leaned on the head of her bed.
At that time, sudden brightness came into her window, which was like that it was turning on all the lights of her house. She thought that of somebody who was walking in the street saw her, he must have been scared of her shape showing in the window.
As soon as she thought that, a loud sound followed the light. It was really big thunder, like which she had never heard before. She felt some wave from the bed. It was like an earthquake. The sleepy feeling was definitely gone but she couldn’t leave her bedclothes. She couldn’t stop thinking about herself from very small things to her future, even the reason of her existence.
In the last moment of her imaginary journey, there were her people who hurt or were hurt, loved or were loved and shared many things with each other. She started to write some texts for them. A few minutes late, the phone rang while she was continuing the work. It was the morning.
-With a lot of phrasal verbs, we put the object ‘her body’ between the verb and preposition parts of the phrasal verb.