Story Book *update*

I continued on a little. This is an update.

Ive been having this dream for quite some time now. Im not sure how to connect it with reality anymore.

The dreams involve a dog like creature - much like a large orange coyote. The animal runs to my rescue in every dream. And, the dreams tend to always end with this animal staring through my eyes.

The eyes on this magnificent animal are those that I have never seen before. Bright green eyes with a hint of brown toward the iris - one could barely capture unless they were to study the face for some hours.

Every morning I seem to wake from my night fantasies completely breathless. My palms almost always smell of moist dirt and grass.

Ive already ended seeking my mothers shoulder - seeming as well she probably already believes I am a complete lunatic.

My mother is a rather small woman. Her hair is short nd curled at the ends - a rich red color, her eyes are a gray and turqouise mix - which I was lucky enough to inherit, and her lips are small and humble. She is gorgeous to most men in our community. And some nights she spends at the local bar just down the road.

She looks at me as a disappointment and always speaks to her boyfriends about how much of an odd ball I am compared to herself.

Im quite average - long light auburn hair that I like to wear in a single braid, plump but small lips, an average build, and I dont wear anything too revealing like the other girls in my classes. I would suppose that I am slightly different. I would have never thought of myself as a disappointment though.

In school my grades are above average - I never miss a single day of my classes.

Now that I think on it - I guess those could call me one of them good girls that do nothing wrong.

I woke this morning able to see every breath I took - my skin elevated with goose bumps. My scavenged the end table for my clock - 6:00 AM. The sun is hardly up at this point and its cold and damp outside. The curtains to my room are blowing fierce with the wind - implying that we would most likely have a good breeze all day today and that my window was open. I usually close my window every night before I work toward my slumber. My mother was more than likely peeking on me during my sleep - she hates the heat.

My numb finger tips managed to grip to the top of the window so that I could close the wind source. Still, my lonely room is colder than usual. I will take this time that I have to prepare for my morning classes. On a normal going day, 6:30 is the time I would wake to prepare for my day. So I figure a half an hour off of sleep wouldnt harm my schedule too much.

The floor boards of this old home creeked some while I stepped to the warmth of the rest room. My face looked tired and my hair was a mess from my slumber. Almost instantly I found my head shaking as I grinned. I almost never wake up looking quite this bad.

Slowly but surely, my hands begin to twist the knobs of the old marble sink - an attractive sink for its age. My hands cup the water in small puddle quatities - attempting to gather as much as possible. The water wasnt set to its highest pressure, nor was it set to its hottest. But still, the puddles in my palms feel as if they were set to flames. Was I really so cold that I couldnt handle a luke warm temperature?

Frustrated, I undress myself hastily and force myself to the large glass doored shower. My mind is swirling with stress as I turn the water to my usual shower temperature. The water seemed to cause excessive steam as my body touched. My breath paused for a brief second as my mind registered the heat.

6:20 is now the time on the wall clock across from me.

an extra twenty minutes I thought to myself as my hands finally ran the water through my locks. Ending my shower at about 6:40 would give me time in the shower to get used to the water as well as wash all the odds and ends of my body.

At least a half an hour has passed. And here I am - still in under the sprinkling water. Ive known for a while now that my clean up had to fall short. I would have to leave for my morning classes soon.

Rushing the water off and my clothes on to my body, I make my to the eat in kitchen in which is downstairs. I walk along the red and white tiled floors in search of my black and white converse sneakers. The last glance made me sure that everything was in shape before leaving.

All the china were washed and stored in the appropiate cabinet space, the pearl white tiled walls seemed to sparkle, and the bar and island were both cleaned neatly.

The weather is decent as I step through the front door. About fifty or so degrees at 7:00 in the morning - warm enough for myself to slip my gloves off and carry my coat on my arm as I approach the bus stop.

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[JacqueNthewritersblock]

Immediately, I wish there were more spaces between your paragraphs and dialogue. It's overwhelmingly confusing trying to read while everything is seemingly mashed together.

Also, have you proof read any of this? There are a few questionable sentence here, that I had to repeat aloud to myself three or four times, and still I'm not understanding the gist of what you're trying to say. I think that, ideally, you know what you want for the story you're creating, but have yet to figure out how to display it for your audience.

When I'm writing, whenever I finish a chapter, a poem, a journal entry, or anything to that effect, I find that reading it over out loud to myself helps me find the odd sentences that don't sound correct. Occasionally when you're writing, your brain and fingers are working so quickly that sometimes they aren't fully synched, and so errors are born.

But I hope this doesn't discourage you in any way! I would love to see your re-write of this Chapter.