What do ya think? Of course, this is a rough copy and I've got so many ideas on the rest of the book. I'm trying to do a Chapter a day...
This is based on a dream I've had for a long time and it's a rather cool dream. There's a lot of work that needs to be done on it...I realize...but in general, does it come off interesting? Building a story is very difficult to do especially the first few chapters where you have to build up to the important parts. I'm not really concerned about format/grammar at this point only because my goal is to get the jest down first.
Chapter 1
The Dream
Megan quickly sat up in her soft, warm bed in sheer panic.
Like many nights, she looked around and realized she was dreaming
the same dream she had been dreaming for several weeks now. With
squinted eyes, she could barely see the brightly red numbers on her
clock.“2:46, again!” she mumbled to herself, frustrated.
She knew she wouldn’t fall back to sleep if she didn’t make
the trip downstairs and record her dream.Hesitantly, Megan swung her slender legs over the bed and
one by one slipped on her silky house slippers. In a haze, she
fumbled around for her house coat. It was very soft and fussy
and made her feel a bit more relaxed. Her son gave it to her for
Christmas six years ago. Even though it was a bit ragged and tattered,
she loved her house coat probably more because of it being from her son.
Fumbling around with her tiny warm fingers, she brushed up against
a hard cold object that was across from the bed. She knew from the
feel of the hard surface it was her wooden chair sitting in the corner
of her bedroom. Her house coat was draped on the back of the chair.
She slipped it on her body and pulled her long dish blonde hair out
from under the house coat.Her eyes were starting to adjust to the dark room and she could
see a hint of light coming up from under the door of her bedroom.
Making her way to the faint light, she found the door and started
her journey downstairs. On the right of the wall heading downstairs
was an oval antique mirror that her grandfather gave her. The mirror
was surrounded by pictures of her family, one of which was an old
photo of her grandfather. When she would look at her family
portraits, a warm feeling would come over her especially when
she looked at her grandfather’s old photo. Something about that
photo reminded her of the dream she was having but she couldn’t
put her finger on it.Even though the photo would give her a warm
feeling, there was also a nagging fear that followed the warmth.
She went to the next step and was examining the mirror now.
Looking back was her reflection. She noticed the dark circles
underlining her hazel eyes and a few small wrinkles from squinting
in the small amount of light coming from downstairs. Her tired eyes
drifted upwards towards the top of the image and she examined her
hair a bit. She noticed a few more strands of grey hair. It wasn’t
noticeable to others but it made her feel old. Even though she was
only thirty – two, the lack of sleep made her look a bit ragged in
her opinion.
After examining her reflection, she let out a heavy sigh. As
she carefully walked down the last few steps, she heard a familiar
tip- tip-patter-patter on the hard wood floor in the dining area
where her computer was.Smiling, she whispers, “Good morning Kasey, how’s my ol’ friend
doing this morning?”As if her old German shepherd had responded, she continued,
“my night isn’t going well either”“Do you want a snack baby girl?”
Hearing the word “snack” excited the fifteen year old mutt.
Kasey’s eyes were full of excitement and content. Megan had rescued
her from the pound when she was only six months old. Megan’s little
girl had always been her joy. She had always wanted children but Kasey
filled that need for the moment.
A sad feeling came over Megan once again because she knew her Kasey
girl was close to the end of her life. Maybe she would have her dog
for another couple of years but hopefully a bit longer.
Megan shook the thought out of her head and proceeded into the
kitchen to get Kasey a treat. Kasey followed her closely to the
kitchen knowing she was about to get a treat.
Megan pulled the wooden lid off the tall jar which was filled
with doggie biscuits.
“Here ya go girl”
Kasey gently took the biscuit from Megan and ran into the dining
room. She made a few circles around trying to find a comfortable
place to enjoy her treat. She plopped down and started gnawing on
the bone shaped biscuit as if she was starving.
Megan stumbled over to the stove and got her tea kettle. She
went to the sink and filled it up with icy cold water. The water
was particularly colder than normal; or at least that’s how Megan
perceived it. Walking back to the stove, Megan set the kettle and
turned the dial to on. While she waited for the water to get hot,
she collected her tea and sugar. Then she leaned up against the sink
and started to think about her dream. At that moment, the kettle
started to whistle. Megan was startled from the noise and then
remembered it was her hot water waiting to be made into tea.
She poured the water in a cream colored mug. There were small
roses and a butterfly on the side. She steeped the tea bag and
added a teaspoon of sugar.
She shuffled back to the dining room and sat at the table.
The rectangular table had a dark mahogany look with a very shiny
polish to it. Sitting on the edge of the table was a black laptop
computer. She flipped open the computer and switched it on.
After a few beeps and buzzes, the computer was fully up and running.
She clicked open a file named Journal.
Kasey stood up, made a few more circles and plopped back down
practically lying on Megan’s feet. The warmth of Kasey’s body
and soft fur brushing against Megan’s ankles was a comfort to her.
Megan began to type and then slowly started drifting into a daydream.
Her dreams often start out with her standing in front of an
ordinary house, or at least ordinary from the outside. The house
would become wildly interesting once she would enter.