Floating Shelf Bedside Table Novels & Stories

I roamed my eyes around and smiled. Just like the living room, this bedroom also had refreshing interiors. It's a combination of white and light green. The floor was carpeted while there's a big bed in the center of the room. There's a bedside table on its side and a small drawer. Everything was made of Narra tree and made shiny with varnish.

A floating shelf beneath it holds exactly one book, a remote, and what I think is a small sculpture made of obsidian. The couch is a giant L-shape in matte charcoal leather, low to the ground and way too masculine for throw pillows. Of course there are no pillows. Or blankets. Or warmth. It’s kind of couch you sit on only after being invited, and even then, you sit up straight. The coffee table is a black slab of stone, no coasters, no magazines, no half-finished cups of coffee. There’s a fireplace, but it’s more like a design element than a source of comfort. Gas, of course, with sharp glass stones instead of logs. And even the air smells clean. Like cedarwood and expensive control issues.

I shiver at the thought of sweaty bodies entangled with one another in many different sexual positions, because why else would anyone purchase a bed as big as that? It’s fitted with dark bedsheets. At the head of the bed are several pillows also following the dark motif, while on each side of it are identical bedside tables. Striding inside the room, I spot a newly added vanity table that didn’t quite fit the aesthetic. In contrast with the blacks and dark blues, a stark white vanity stands proud. It boasts a large mirror, several drawers with intricate designs, and on top are a few makeup products. Upon closer inspection, the items are branded and new.

The room was spacious, with the bed large enough to comfortably accommodate a small crowd. At the foot of the bed, there was a round-shaped ottoman, its arctic white upholstery matching that of the two sofas that flanked it. A coffee table sat in the center of the sofas, providing a convenient spot for drinks or other items. Two bedside tables stood on either side of the bed, each adorned with oval-shaped lamps that added a touch of elegance to the room.

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I opened the room at the end and I instantly fell in love with it. A double-sized bed was wedged against one corner, half of it was crossing the floor-to-ceiling window. The bed frame was made of wood, as well as the bedside table, the study table, and the foot bench. A dark brown bed scarf and pillow break the white bedsheets and pillows. I sat on the bed and ran my hands over the sheets. It felt so soft and comfy. I laid back, curling to a shrimp position as I stared at the waves in the distance. So strong and scary, yet beautiful.

"Yes. Do you have any African or Asian art pieces that make a statement or something that is a talking piece?" Arching an eyebrow, the sales clerk stood there speechless for a second. "That's a fascinating question. But we may have some lovely items right over here you might like.." Tippa did see some unique Native African and Asian- furnishings. " "Miss, I would like to order this bed for my master, the sofa, loveseat, and tables for the living room, the dining room table and chairs, and this credenza. This credenza is lovely, too. I'll also take this bed set for my guest bedroom furniture."

My red jewelry armoire and cosmetics were on the grey double dresser. The shiny key was on the metallic table lamp which had its pair on the other side of the polka-dotted bedding and fish-pattern pillows with a tufted upholstered headboard and two large woven trunks at the base. The geometric rug of white, gray and black on the floor gave a cohesive feel. My focus shifted to the quaint alcove beside the bay window, which had two glass vases with lavender flowers on the windowsill. In one corner was a built-in workstation with two white shelves above. Sweet, I loved it.

Chapter Fifty-One Zeke I stared down the window, my hands tucked in my pocket, different thoughts running through my mind. The door pushed open, and Amad walked in. “I heard there'd almost been a theft, last night?” He asked, as he came closer to me. “The allure of Floating shelves seemed to have attracted someone into my mansion.” I said, in reply. Floating shelves… That was the name of the art piece. I'd gotten it two months ago, from an auction.

A canopy of sheer drapes cascaded from the ceiling, framing the bed like a cocoon of dreams. To the side, a sitting area was arranged with a pair of velvet armchairs, facing a low marble coffee table adorned with a bouquet of fresh flowers. The upholstery of the chairs was a luxurious shade of midnight blue, providing a striking contrast against the pale cream walls. A crystal chandelier hung above the coffee table, casting prismatic patterns across the room when its light danced through the crystal facets. The attention to detail extended to the technological amenities as well. A state-of-the-art entertainment system dominated one wall, featuring a large flat-screen TV mounted seamlessly ab