A simple bed heaped with cool, down pillows I've always wanted. On the duvet lie a few freshly-plucked flowers- petals sprouting from long stalks. The bed is so soft when you sit even only on its edge, you never want to get up again.
By the cupboard there will stand a dressing table much too majestic for me. It is painted golden with four legs that curl intricately outwards to help it stand. It is so Victorian, and radiates such exquisite antiquity. With it is a mirror framed with ornate metallic gold designs. Verily, everything about this table is either golden or lily white.
And on the opposite wall hangs another mirror of a dark olive-bronze frame. But this one is a full-body length, with a slightly dated glow about it. Everything on the other side of the glass is an enchanted world, and that aura seems to spill out into real life.
Every night, too, there will be lit scented candles with their sweet, sweet aromas and the soft, warm shadowed flicker of a flame dancing against the wall.
And such is the room I would adore to call mine.
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