Explode the moment 2

Sentences from my own short story...

1# Once my heart rate became more or less stable, I pushed the hair out of my eyes and sighed. “First day of high-school...” I mumbled to myself half asleep.

Now the exploded version:  

    My heart was racing, my eyes darted across the room, searching every inch of it for any invaders that could possibly be in my room. My eyes rested in the floor, where my alarm-clock lay scattered in small pieces on my meshed carpet. I took a deep breath and brushed the light chestnut hair out of my eyes. I realized what day it was and sighed deeply, "First day of high-school...Great." I mumbled to myself dazed. 

2# I stood up and stepped over the stuffed animals and pillows that I had knocked off my bed in the night, and dragged my feet over to my bureau. 

Now the exploded version: 

    I pulled the dark green bed spread off of my lower half, it was tattered and faded. I had gotten it for my 9th birthday 6 years ago. I tossed my legs over the side of my bed and stood. I stepped over the dozens of stuffed rabbits and pillows covered the floor. I had a knack for pushing things off the bed in my sleep. Once I was clear of the stuffed mountain I dragged my feet across the carpet and made my way over to my old wooden bureau.

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Explode the moment

Lucy wiggled her toes free from the blanket of sand covering her body. She giggled at the feeling of the tiny rocks trickling down her toes. Her sister, Mary was observing her father who was scooping up large handfuls of sand on to her sisters feet. Her mother plopped large amounts of sand over Lucy’s arm; it never seemed to stay put. Always sliding down the sides of her arms, further packing the space between her arm and waist. Colorful buckets, shovels and sifters were scattered all around them. Little plastic molds were filed with sand and placed on top of the sand that was patted down atop little Lucy and Mary. They will never forget the time they went to the beach, or how long it took to get all the sand off of them.