Chapter 1
Red closed her eyes and counted to ten, trying to stay calm. At nine, she opened her eyes, yawned, and started closing the shutters. She stumbled around stubbing her toes and bruising her body, seeing only by the occasional strike of lightning. And despite that, the wind blew strongly through the windows, taking Red pushing with her whole body to close them. She wanted to go to bed, but she knew that if she did, she would have a restless night, and wake with a wet floor. It was the middle of a thunderstorm, the kind that gave you nightmares, but also the kind where you wanted to make a fort and watch a funny movie. However, of course, Red couldn't do this then, because this is fairy tale land, where there is no TV. Instead, Red decided to read, but just as she sat down the wind blew open another window, and she got up to close it again. This happened repeatedly, until finally, she gave up. She knew that it was useless, and she was too tired to keep trying in hopes of luck. So she struck a match and began to read. She would have read all night, but her candle began to flicker and the words became hard to see. On top of that, if you hadn't noticed, it's hard to read while still staying warm. You know, how holding the book while keeping a blanket all around you, and all that… Anyways, then she closed her eyes, and tucked herself into bed.
Red finally closed her eyes. She dreamed of the adventures in her book, and the way their lives seemed so easy and joyous. She knew that she was dreaming though (this is called lucid dreaming) so she was slightly disappointed in herself for even- well- dreaming of it. After these dreams stopped, she encountered several nightmares, waking up from each and trying not to fall back asleep, because it's only common sense that if you have one bad dream you have plenty. But, staying up late also means that you're very tired as soon as you fall back asleep, so obviously she did.
She was living a hard life, but obviously she was being a little obtuse about it, because she just wouldn't do it. Since you've read this far, you're curious as to what I mean by "it." But I'm not going to tell you just yet. But something to think about perhaps, is why I haven't mentioned Granny.
P.S. She did wake up with a wet floor. And a bed head. Whoops.