If anyone could get this onto my novel for me that would be great!
Lilly-Lynne was awake, but she kept her eyes closed. She danced in and out of dreams and reality. Finally when her eyelids started to flicker, itching to open, she yawned and sat up. The sun had just made her way into the sky and was pushing rays of light into the room. Lilly-Lynne blinked in the bright light. Finally she looked around. Her eyes widened and she stood, but much too quickly and the room blacked out around the corners and spun.
She was standing in a completely different room than she had fallen asleep in.
The walls were bare, stripped of the shelves of junk that previously lined them. The muddied carpet had been replaced with a crisp clean white one. The walls had been painted white. She saw a bed that looked to be taken out of a hospital, and realized that she had slept on the floor. A tall dresser stood in the corner, the only thing that wasn’t white. A white vanity was next to it with a small white stool. She ran to the window and was relived to see that she had not been moved, the room had just changed.
Inside the dresser was a variety of beautiful dresses and shoes made of fine silks and other rich materials. The vanity drawer held brushes, makeup and hair clips. She was utterly confused. She began to pace the floor and come up with a reason why they would move her to a different room. She had to stay calm, freaking out would do her no good. Maybe they thought better of keeping her in such an awful room? It wasn’t fit for a princess, after all. Or maybe they were going to put her in this room all along, but they had to get it ready first.
She thought for a while until she realized: they probably figured out about her shooting the Saraka with the arrow and got rid of all the things she could use as a weapon. But that still didn’t explain why she was suddenly in such a nice room! She stopped pacing.
Not knowing what else to do, she sat at the vanity and began to brush her unkempt hair. That took well over half an hour. When all the knots were out and she was sore from the tugging she pinned it back into a stylish bun. After that, she experimented with the makeup, not having much experience, she stuck with only a little bit of gloss and blush. Finally she went to the dresser and pulled out a lovely pink and yellow sun dress and pulled off her ratted old dress. She shivered in the cold morning air and quickly pulled on the sun dress.
After that she wasn’t sure what to do. She sat around thinking for a few minutes, but quickly became bored with that. She stared longingly out the window, but the lack of people wasn’t interesting. She pulled a sharp pin out of the vanity and on the top of the tall mirror made thirty-three tally marks. When she turned back around her breakfast was sitting on the bed. The first time this had happened, she was afraid to eat it, knowing it had to have been magic that put it there. But after a few days of not eating she became weak with hunger and dehydration and gave in.
This time she had a hearty meal of eggs, bacon, hash-browns, and orange juice on a china plate with nice silverware. It was definitely a step up from the meals she had gotten used to and gobbled it down. The rest of the day was uneventful and she drifted off to sleep in the comfy bed.
