Floating Shelf Bedside Table Novels & Stories

"I assure you, I sleep in a bed, Tiffany. Not a charging dock." "I’ll believe it when I see it," she muttered, crossing her arms. She walked over to a towering, floating shelving unit. It was made of brushed steel and smoked glass. It held exactly three items: a solid silver geometric sculpture, a single matte-black vase without flowers, and a stark, white-labeled architectural monograph. "This is exactly what I was talking about. We have a problem." Julian stepped closer, his presence immediately narrowing the vast space between them. "And what, precisely, is our problem?"

Wall was white with a green touch. There is a small cupboard, a wide dressing table with a wide mirror, and a white chair covered with a fluffy mat, there is a long lean showcase with some photo frames, books, and a plant pot. The dressing table too filled with many skin care products, there is a digital clock on the top of the dressing table. I think this room belongs to someone.