write in any way you wish on the subject of dreams

She sat alone waiting for her life, dreaming of a new beginning. She sat in a dark, bare, completely unpatterned room. Alone, by herself not even a mouse to have a friendly, up-to-date conversation with. On the floor lay a frayed, antique rug. Red in it's glory days but now a murky grey, dull colour; very unattractive. No great qualities to offer, no kind soft remarks to make. Around her as she sat and dreamed of a new sun-filled future were white dust sheets covering a simply delightful writing desk, which looked quite an important worker in its day. The rich looking, ivory cream sofas had been hidden from sight. No one knew why. Why had all the endearing furniture had been banished for all longing, loving eyes to behold?
The girl sat on the rug, the useless rug, wearing nothing but a dull, white, lifeless night-dress. Having awoken from a dreamy - a dream in which she could not remember bein...