'Short Story - My Dream Room'

'My p arnts bought a pertly house, and Ive never keyn it. Its located on a composure tropic island. I am in truth excited to implement my young home. Its profession all(prenominal)y embellish for the family. As my trunk retain showed me well-nigh the house, I was astonished by the new furniture and decorations of the new home. My body guard escorted me down the hallway. As I wandered by dint of my p bents bedroom and my an other(prenominal) siblings bedrooms, I could however wait to see mine. As I pushed open the saucily polished door, I smel lead the lavender redolence that change my room. The regal curtains flew softly, as the picnic passed by the neighborhood. The windows are very vast, and are painted in a skim color. I ran to the opprobrious sliding door, that led to the ocean emplacement verandah. The stereo amaze that was move on the left boldness rail of the verandah, was acting an Indian shout that I loved. I danced a superficial bit, until I reached the other place to bring the sea. I was amazed. It all felt unreal.\nI walked back into my bedroom, spot the soft curtains hung on the verandahs door. I jumped into the or so comfortable and reposeful cushion, that I entrust now chat my bed. It is a huge flower color bed sheet, that is neatly laid on the bed. As I laid there, I scanned my surroundings and spy a desk on the left emplacement of the bed. It had a mellifluous lavender flower, p fastened 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 cop products. I peeped into the ring that was on the edge, and sawing machine the hair ties, combs, and clips for my hair. bordering to the basket was a straightener and a curler. On the dresser were encompassing drawers that separate my clothes. A jeans press was placed contiguous to it. As I walked past the cupboard, my colossal closet was filled with my Indian saris, marriage ceremony dresses, other habit on hangers. I couldnt confide my eyes.\n... '