More Figurative Language

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I’m working the front desk this morning, where I can’t work on regular tasks, so I came up with a few descriptions for the fog this morning and thought I’d share.

The fog stuck to the ground like a lazy teenager on a Saturday morning.

The fog refused to budge like a donkey taking a nonchalant break in the middle of a half-plowed field.

The fog sat listless on the ground like a toddler pitching a tantrum.

The fog hung heavily like sleep-crusted eyelids clinching themselves closed against the morning sun.

The fog settled in like a cat curling up in its owner’s lap.

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