I turn right to enter your room. Centered against the milk-chocolate brown wall rests a fluffy bed on a woven platform. You have dressed the bed in soft, white sheets and a white, cotton blanket. Tri-folded on the end of the bed lies a down comforter enveloped in a tan suede duvet, the color of deer hide. The other walls look like the color of froth in a latte, creamy with a touch of coffee mixed in. Bright blue daylight comes through the open window framed in Chinese silk, green curtains. The breeze makes them float like loose bamboo stems. I take a deep breath, and another. I feel calm and energized at the same time. Two long and low, blue, dusty dressers sit on either side of the bed with a white lamp on each side. Each lamp has a glossy ceramic base, fuller at the bottom, tapering to the top and a sunflower yellow, linen lampshade. A picture of me sits on your side. A picture of you sits on my side. Half-read books sit on each dresser. I walk across the polished, wood floor and lie down to stare at the ceiling and contemplate my day. It is so quiet and still, except for the occasional wind, that I fall into a deep, restful sleep.
Very visual. I am always interested to see how each writer will be affected by the topic. You gave us air and flow in frothy foam.
Nicely done, little koala. Beautiful expression. I’m impressed.
Ahhhh - little koala. Cute.
I remember a certain room with stars on the ceiling.