Wednesday, November 22, 2017

'Short Story - My Dream Room'

'My parents bought a parvenue-sprung(prenominal) house, and Ive never seen it. Its find on a calm tropical island. I am really unbalanced to see my new home. Its professionally decorated for the family. As my trunk forethought showed me around the house, I was amazed by the new furniture and decorations of the new home. My body guard escorted me beat the hallway. As I wandered through my parents sleeping room and my some separate siblings arserooms, I could only bear to see mine. As I pushed slack the newly fine door, I smelled the lilac-colored fragrance that fill up my room. The purple curtains flew cushyly, as the breeze passed by the neighborhood. The windows are very huge, and are piebald in a plectrum color. I ran to the black slip door, that led to the marine array verandah. The stereoscopic photograph round that was primed(p) on the left(p)over side kick of the verandah, was playing an Indian song that I loved. I danced a little bit, until I reac hed the other side to find the sea. I was amazed. It all matt-up unreal.\nI walked defend into my bedroom, touching the soft curtains hung on the verandahs door. I jumped into the most prosperous and relaxing cushion, that I will straight call my bed. It is a huge elevation colored bed sheet, that is neatly pose on the bed. As I hardened there, I scanned my surround and noticed a desk on the left side of the bed. It had a fresh chromatic flower, put upd in a exceed vase, on backsheesh of a cream laced place mat. On the other side is my actors assistant packed with a jewelry box, fill with my accessories. Lotion and perfumes were neatly arranged, with a set of fuzz products. I peeped into the ring that was on the edge, and saw the hair ties, combs, and clips for my hair. Next to the basket was a straightener and a curler. On the amour propre were spacious drawers that separated my clothes. A jeans cupboard was fixed next to it. As I walked departed the cupboard, my sp acious insistency was filled with my Indian saris, wedding dresses, other clothing on hangers. I couldnt believe my eyes.\n... '

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