The Bedroom
In the center of the room stands a king size mahogany wood post canopy bed. With feather top mattress, dark green sheets, and a comforter that is so thick and soft you just never want to get out of bed in the morning. With twelve giant real feather filled pillows with matching dark green pillow cases. There is a faint smell of lilac coming from almost every direction, at the top of each bed post wrapping around them are vines of purple flowers, when closer to them the more your nose gets the smell of lilac.
On the wall at the foot of the bed is a door leading to the master bathroom. A large dark mahogany dresser with sixteen drawers and a seventy inch LCD HDTV with built in WIFI and a PS3 system attached to it sitting on top the dresser. Next to that is a mahogany colored bookcase. There is an array of girly things on every shelf but one. A giant stack of magazines, looking like a, tall, tall tower full of gossip, tricks and tips. An assortment of dozens of colored nail polishes lined up on another shelf so neatly they look like little toy soldiers ready for battle. Reds, greens, blues, pinks and oranges, the list could go on forever. Another shelf has many perfumes, facial masks, moisturizers and other types of makeup. And two shelves covered with DVDs, PS3 games too many to count. On the top shelf is a favorite place, it contains three photos of our parents that we both lost just a couple years ago.
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On the same wall as the book case is a very large rectangular window with modern, dark mahogany, bamboo looking blinds. Twirled around the top of the window are stuffed, fake flowers, with sewn on angel faces smiling down watching over the room. Below that window is another small matching color dresser. On top of it, is a cool, hip hand blown glass lamp from the early 60’s that belonged to my mother. The lamp shade is made of hundreds of tiny mirrors and glitters like a disco ball.
Looking to the wall to the left of the bed is two huge doors that lead out to the living room. Also, on that wall is a large floor length mirror, the mirror is crisp clear, cold and refreshing to the touch in the morning. Above it is a bunch of pictures, taken of my wife over the last fifteen years we have been together. Also a black and white clock that makes the tick, tock sound so loud sometimes you seem to be able to hear it outside the house. The clock has three Chinese symbols on it. One is faith, in a rustic gold. The second is love, in a warm rose red color. And third is the family symbol, in a royal blue color.
The third wall to the right of the bed has nothing but a wall size cork board, seven feet tall and nine feet wide. It has thousands of memories, covering almost every inch. Photos taken from one side of the United States to the other; painted pictures made by the children over the years, certificates, tickets, and photos of friends, family and our many pets that we have had over the years. All looking like someone had taken our brains and thrown them into a blender and then strung it up memory after memory all over the wall. That wall contains bits and pieces of our entire life to date. Sanity, love, hope and personality is all contained in this room.
A bedroom can really tell a lot about the people in it. What they like and feel can be found in the color of their sheets to what is on their shelves. You will never find two bedrooms exactly alike, just as you’ll never find two people exactly alike.