IVA

This is the first paragraph of a story I just started writing. It’s based on a dream I had recently. It was such a vivid dream and played out like a picture book come to life. So much detail in the scenery! I don’t know if writing about it will ever do it justice, but I am going to try.

Iva awoke early that morning. The heavy rain and strong winds kept her restless through the night, not from fear, but rather from excitement. She knew the beauty which awaited her outside the dark, confining walls of Talman Manor. The universe was always brighter to her after a rain. Iva thought rain washed all the ugliness of the world away, leaving only the remnants shining with beauty behind. It was a gift from God wrapped in the remaining droplets which sat upon flower petals and in the greenery bursting with color. Although Iva was too young to truly understand the concept of contrast, she felt it in her innocent soul. All she knew was the world outside her bedroom, which was dark, musty and plain, was an enchanting place where colors danced. Her eyes could scarcely take the magic in.