Untitled- first draft, in progress.

We had been driving all night so when I woke up in the morning I was surprised to see we had stopped. The curtain was shut but I could see the light shining through, making the cloth seem as if it were glowing with hope and anticipation. Flinging off blankets and pillows, I stood up and stretched one long muscle loosening body stretch. And then I quickly slipped on a slightly over sized blue t-shirt dress. It had a braided dark brown belt that tied around the waist and I pulled on a pair of sandals that almost matched. I proceeded to brush my teeth until I caught a glimpse of my hair in the mirror and stopped. I scowled, the whole back of my head was fine, but the front was a mess of knots and clumps. Walking out of the bathroom, I sat down at the small makeshift makeup table scanning the hair and make-up products discarded along the top. I picked up a container of detangler and a large purple paddle brush and got to work. When my hair was lying flat, I set down my tools and leaned back in my chair letting out a huffed sigh. I almost fell backwards, caught myself and rolled my eyes at my reflection in the tiny mirror. In the reflection I saw the window, glowing behind me. I turned around and began to wonder where we had ended up.
I stood and reached over my dresser, grabbing a chunk of fabric and pulling it away from the window. My breath caught. Outside was still barely light out, muting the colors in an almost dreamlike manner. The grass grew from the floor like thick soft carpet. White daisies and other wildflowers of many colors sprung up in random patches scattered against the lush green. I could almost smell the entrancing scents mixing into the air around me, calling me to come outside and breath in their purity. Around the outskirts, in a semi-circle, were large, full trees that towered over the little meadow with protection and warmth. There were firs and oaks and maples and many others I could not begin to name. The forest was deep but I could see the light was still peaking in here and there along the rim. There was a small stone path that wound in a slight arc to the right leading to a tiny one story building made of deep chestnut wood almost touching the trees boundaries. It blended in so well with the natural world, it seemed almost as if it had sprouted and grown right were it stood without any help from man. There were tall bushes of purple and pink flowers that lined the front, making the building appear diminutive and all the more ethereal against its peaceful surroundings. I let out a silent breath, taking in this beautiful scene as a good omen for what was to come.