Tired as two plump tabbies after a rough napping day under the covers.
Hot as melted dark chocolate after being left behind.
Waves unfurled like a wise golden retriever after a long walk.
After the shelling, the town looked as if no man had ever stepped foot on the sand.
Disgusting as a clump of skim milk resting at the bottom of your morning coffee.
The child trembled like the steering wheel of an old Cadillac that needs an alignment.
The airplane rose like a cloud of cancerous smoke fresh out of his lungs.
Black as the last remaining coal at the bottom of the fire pit.
He entered the room like a chicken being let out of the coop first thing in the morning.
Their lovemaking was like rereading your favorite book years after the first time.
