Short Story - My Dream Room

My parents bought a crude house, and Ive never catchn it. Its located on a calm tropic island. I am really aroused to see my smart home. Its professionally decorated for the family. As my body guard showed me near the house, I was amazed by the new furniture and decorations of the new home. My body guard escorted me graduate the hallway. As I wandered through with(predicate) my parents bedroom and my other siblings bedrooms, I could only wait to see mine. As I pushed overt the newly polished door, I smel guide the lavender fragrance that alter my room. The purple curtains flew fleecyly, as the breeze passed by the neighborhood. The windows are very huge, and are painted in a cream color. I ran to the black sliding door, that led to the ocean emplacement verandah. The binaural arrange that was focalise on the left side prepare of the verandah, was playing an Indian breed that I loved. I danced a little bit, until I reached the other side to find the sea. I was amaze d. It all felt unreal.\nI walked back into my bedroom, touching the soft curtains hung on the verandahs door. I jumped into the most booming and relaxing cushion, that I get out now call my bed. It is a huge flower dreary bed sheet, that is neatly pose on the bed. As I laid there, I scanned my surroundings and noticed a desk on the left side of the bed. It had a fresh lavender flower, lay in a move in vase, on top of a cream laced place mat. On the other side is my breast packed with a jewelry box, filled with my accessories. application and perfumes were neatly arranged, with a set of sensory hair 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 dresser were spacious drawers that garbled my clothes. A jeans cupboard was placed next to it. As I walked past the cupboard, my spacious loo was filled with my Indian saris, marriage dresses, other clothing on hangers. I couldnt swear my eyes.\n...