Notebook Assignment 5: Setting
Slowly pushing the door open, I tip-toed under the arch to the other side. The big, worn wooden door with a metal knocker-like ring, creaked in a low tone, and I winced at the sound. I winced at the sound. I looked back at the house, hoping no one had heard me as I left. Like a theif in the night- heart pounding, muscles tense- I stepped in and made sure to close the door behind me.
With a lantern in my left hand, and my nightgown held up in my right, I walked the worn stepping stone path towards the center of a magnificent garden. In the Daytime, it looked like any well tended flower garden. But at night- well, that's when the beauty really came out.
Small glows of Light peeked out from all the ivy, tall grasses, and other plants. But they weren't lamps, not faeries, but flowers. They were lily-look-alikes, but their name was Tempora. Glowing in creamy whites, the softest pinks, and even in pastels of blue and purple.
I quickly found my worn wooden swing hanging from the long limb of a weeping willow. Setting my lantern down, I sat on the swing, holding the ropes, and leaned back. I closed my eyes...
And woke up.
Because it was all just a beautiful dream.
Slowly pushing the door open, I tip-toed under the arch to the other side. The big, worn wooden door with a metal knocker-like ring, creaked in a low tone, and I winced at the sound. I winced at the sound. I looked back at the house, hoping no one had heard me as I left. Like a theif in the night- heart pounding, muscles tense- I stepped in and made sure to close the door behind me.
With a lantern in my left hand, and my nightgown held up in my right, I walked the worn stepping stone path towards the center of a magnificent garden. In the Daytime, it looked like any well tended flower garden. But at night- well, that's when the beauty really came out.
Small glows of Light peeked out from all the ivy, tall grasses, and other plants. But they weren't lamps, not faeries, but flowers. They were lily-look-alikes, but their name was Tempora. Glowing in creamy whites, the softest pinks, and even in pastels of blue and purple.
I quickly found my worn wooden swing hanging from the long limb of a weeping willow. Setting my lantern down, I sat on the swing, holding the ropes, and leaned back. I closed my eyes...
And woke up.
Because it was all just a beautiful dream.