Rising From Dust

26 MARCH UPDATE- I will take each chapter that I have written until now for revision and I will probably start a new book. I got some feedback and wish to move on from my boring writing style.

The sun shined so bright that a blithe light peeked through the blinds of a room, in Camtoise. The room was big enough to be a studio apartment, tastefully decorated. Black furniture with pink accents could catch everyone's eyes. It was made out of the finest wood there could ever be and it was so clean that it almost reflected like a mirror. There were simple, modern, paintings on the walls and the big curtains of the bed were dragged across its edges, made out of black satin. The window was widely open, they also had modern art stuck on them. At the window sat a bird, a white dove, with a small note tied around its neck.