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Short Story - My Dream Room

2 Pages 592 Words June 2015

My parents bought a new house, and I’ve never seen it. It’s located on a calm tropic island. I am very excited to see my new home. It’s professionally decorated for the family. As my body guard showed me around the house, I was amazed by the new furniture and decorations of the new home. My body guard escorted me down the hallway. As I wandered through my parents’ bedroom and my other siblings’ bedrooms, I could only wait to see mine. As I pushed open the newly polished door, I smelled the lavender fragrance that filled my room. The purple curtains flew softly, 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 side verandah. The stereo set that was placed on the left side rail of the verandah, was playing an Indian song that I loved. I danced a little bit, until I reached the other side to find the sea. I was amazed. It all felt unreal.
I walked back into my bedroom, touching the soft curtains hung on the verandah’s door. I jumped into the most comfortable and relaxing cushion, that I will now call my bed. It is a huge flower colored bed sheet, that is neatly laid 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, placed in a clear vase, on top of a cream laced place mat. On the other side is my dresser packed with a jewelry box, filled with my accessories. Lotion and perfumes were neatly arranged, with a set of hair products. I peeped into the basket 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 separated my clothes. A jeans cupboard was placed next to it. As I walked past the cupboard, my spacious closet was filled with my Indian saris, wedding dresses, other clothing on hangers. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
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