Before First Light

"I've been here before" I muttered looking around the building. The smell of old wood floors beneath my feet, the only light coming in from the window to the rectangular atrium. My friends were gone. Realization hit me, as I see a note in front of me. "You have until the first light".

This is my first piece of work. It's based off a dream I had several years ago now. Um, so yah, thanks for reading? If you have some ideas on how to make my writing better I'd be glad to receive it.