Floating Shelf Bedside Table นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The thought makes me squirm a little, the way it did when he chased me through the woods. “Let’s eat,” he says, stepping away from the bed. We pad downstairs, ignoring the groans in the old wooden steps. Wrinkled gray curtains hang around the front window. The sofa is made of worn, cracked leather, the color of a raven’s wings, while a low table made of shabby wood slats sits in front of it. A large, extended slab of wood affixed to the wall serves as a shelf. There’s an old turntable resting on the shelf, right next to a globe. A smaller rack made of wire hangs above the turntable, filled with old vinyl records from the last century, kind of like the one the triplets have back home.

A book shelf was hung above the table with books arranged neatly in it. Inside the room were three doors, two on one side and one on the other side. One door led to the bathroom. One led to the dressing room, which was quite spacious with a walk-in closet and a dressing table _ and there was still a wardrobe in the room. The lone door on the other side led to the balcony. Another groan escaped Shirley's throat as her alarm started to buzz. Half awake, she reached out without turning to the bedside table where the alarm was, and turned it off.

A bay of windows letting light filter through the sheer white curtains, the light bouncing off the toile red walls and the same hardwood floors I saw downstairs. The room was beautiful with a simple white metal queen size bed positioned against the wall facing the bay of windows, two white wooden nightstands flanking the bed, a simple white dresser that Forrest had started to arrange my flowers on top of, a white desk with a chair positioned in front of a window, in the center of the room hung a white-painted iron chandelier. A creamy area rug to anchor the room.

The diamond big table,laid down with different fruits in an ivory coloured basket. At each corners had antique furniture - the love shaped flower vase, a mysterious ice sculpture of a naked lady, gracefully kneeling and holding her child. A beautiful ivory carving of a neon tetra fish. Everything was ancient but beautiful. I walked further into the bedroom section and my mouth separated, creating a small o on my lips.

At the foot, a throw blanket in a kaleidoscope of geometric patterns added a playful touch. To the left of the regal bed, a weathered nightstand, its surface worn smooth with time, held a table lamp. Its warm glow cast dancing shadows on the wall, adding a touch of intimacy to the room. A crystal vase overflowed with lilies, their heady fragrance filling the air with a sense of peaceful luxury.

A large fifty-five-inch HD tv hung from the wall above large cream-colored leather booth seats and extended sofas just behind them mounted to the floors on both sides of me. They were decorated with silk bronze and gold throw pillows like what you’d see in an upscale house. The tabletops were a matching-colored white granite top the overhead paneling was wooden with white borders with bright over head lights. Just behind me to my right was a small kitchen area with a sleek modern stainless-steel stove and overhead microwave mounted to the wall and a matching white granite countertop where a stainless-steel sink rested in the center.

“Most of the scholarship humans don’t have much…we like to make them feel welcome and safe.” The walls have been painted a deep rose color. There’s a white four poster bed, with a fluffy faux fur blanket. A matching furniture set of dresser, desk, and vanity table, all in white, too. There’s a full length mirror in the corner, built in bookshelves, a mini refrigerator, a pink and gold desk set on top of the desk, and… “Is that…a laptop?”

In front of the seat was a glass coffee table with curved legs made of wood. The was a queen size bed with a soft creamy white colour bedsheet, purple colour blanket at the foot of the bed was folded neatly and a lot of cushions were scattered before the headboard, they were all in different shades of purple pillow cover.The bed frame was golden in colour.Four pillars around the bed gave it the look of a tent, with white transparent curtains hanging from it. A big red carpet was spread on the floor.

Beyond, there was a picture window that was revealed when screens were pulled aside on pulleys. In this side of the room, which was compartmentalized with those translucent screens that were like paper, complete with Asian-style designs on them, there was a low sofa, cuboid and boxy, but comfortable nonetheless. A kind of reed-like rug lay on the floor and the coffee table was barely a foot off the ground. Opposite, there was a console table, which was thick, boxy, and dark, gleaming in a way that spoke of expensive Shellac, with a few decorative items on top. Above, there was the only thing I’d expected—a large TV.

Shawn groaned, "What? ” “That little clicking noise.” He frowned. “Yeah, I can hear it. What the hell is that?” he murmured, and he surveyed the room. He stopped when he heard a small buzzing from somewhere underneath the table. ”It's here.” He signalled to Catherine to keep still. The small desk in the corner before him had a fake leather top in a deep shade of burgundy. It was obviously not an expensive piece of furniture. There was an old-fashioned blotter, matching the tabletop, with a couple of inkwells and cheap fountain pens—the type someone would dip into to write or sign. To the right lies an area that doubles up as a small dressing room, with a small square white table, a chair, an