Japanese Tatami Mattress Novels & Stories

The wheels bumped lightly over the new flooring as I directed them to the large room Andy had set aside for her—sunlit, quiet, and far enough from the main activity zones that she could rest without constant interruption. The bed wasn’t anything like the ones we’d used after patrol injuries. This one had clearly been picked with care—high-quality foam mattress, built-in controls for elevation, lumbar support, and adjustable rails. It even had a rolling over-bed tray, still wrapped in sterile plastic, waiting to be assembled.

Four hours before I start coding websites for rich people who'll never know my name. Sleep? That's a luxury I traded for my brother's health. I drag myself out of bed and— Wait. Something's wrong. The mattress beneath me is too soft. Way too soft. My brain does this thing where it notices details I don't even want to know. I sit up fast. My heart starts pounding. Thread count: 1,200. Egyptian cotton. EXPENSIVE!! My mattress is a cheap foam thing from a discount store. Thread count: maybe 200 if I'm lucky.

Augustine pulled her to the stairs and entered the floor where he specifically told everyone not to enter unless they have permission and it was necessary. “The castle has tons of rooms and I especially have two bedrooms, one is a Japanese-style room with tatami mats, wooden windows while the other has a Western design. I was thinking that you may not like sleeping on the floor with just mats and comforters so I asked them to make 20 rooms with Western themes rooms as well as king-sized beds for it.” Hearing Augustine explains to her, she felt moved by his thoughtfulness. It was rare to be loved by a perfect man like this, so she can only gloat over her success and silently enjoy his special

Inside, I found myself in a space that was starkly different from my own. Jason’s bedroom was cold, almost sterile. Black, white, and gray tones dominated the walls and furniture, exuding an eerie emptiness. Unlike my ornate, golden-accented chambers, his felt… lonely. A screen blocked part of the terrace, where the only touch of warmth came from a simple tatami mat and an unclosed book beside it. I stepped closer, glancing at the title. A modern novel from Larvania. Strange. I had never seen Jason read anything for pleasure.

Ooh, one of those zero-gravity beds would be cool. The spare bed at Parker’s place was pretty good and Talia was pretty sure she was the only one to have ever slept on it, but this one had a zero-gravity setting. That would be amazing to sleep on. It came with not only a mattress protector and heating pad but not one but two bamboo pillows. It was an absolute bargain.

Old grit worn into the walls and floor, speaking of time and generations of occupation. Everything was spare in neutral tones of grays, sand, and white with black accents, from the lushly upholstered corner-shaped couch to the Japanese-patterned shoji screen marking off the bathroom area. The kitchen countertop was an island anchored to the wall by one side, with the entire base separated into shelves supporting carefully racked bottles. The bed I rested in was a lush California king on a raised dais, with a heavy mahogany headboard, black covers and pillowcases, steel-gray sheets. Dark gray curtains lined a long row of warehouse-style windows, but didn’t filter out enough light to spare my

Miss Rhenz, the trusted servant of her Master Jasson, helped her bring the food to the rooftop. Jasson immediately came to them when he saw the two coming from behind the glass door. He took Samara’s tray and brought it onto the picnic mattress he set up for them to lie on. Samara felt excited as she saw the prepared bed on the floor. It was a sky-blue furry carpet that could accommodate more than two persons. Four white and blue stripes long cushions are properly arranged on three sides. The circle picnic mat for food is in the middle of the picnic mattress. “Thank you, Rhenz. You can join us here,” Jasson invited the late thirties Ms. Rhenz.

I carried Sapphire up to our room and looked at all that she had done in the room with the helpers. The walls were gold, silver, black, white, green, and green marble, just like our desks. Our dressers, end tables, and bed frame were all made from oak trees. The carpets were gold and black plaid style and the curtains were silver and white with little green and blue designs. The bed was a California King and took up a lot of space in the huge room. The bedding looked like the walls, making me smile as I walked to the left side of the bed and placed our queen down onto her feet, so we could all change into our sleepwear. Slipping into bed, I wrapped my arms around our mate, Onyx doing the sam

Ella: Next, Lisa led me to the guest room which was at least ten times bigger than my childhood bedroom. There were glass curtain walls, barrel-vaulted ceilings, velvet upholstery, custom-designed Pucci furniture, and envy-inducing Pisacco artworks. I instantly climbed onto the bed and Ahhh, I felt like I was floating on Cloud 9. My sore back cried in joy feeling the lavish layers of premium-quality natural fiber in the mattress and base. The headboard was made out of teakwood and had no inlets. Phew, (chuckling to myself) at least he wouldn’t be able to tie me to the bed this time. Jumping up and down on the bed, I start dancing while crooning to James Brown...“I feel good, te na na na na n

Isogawa began to talk about the concept, the furnishings, the native artists whose work was displayed on a rotating basis, the local woods and textiles that were used as much as possible in the upholstery and bedding. “We try,” he said, “to give our guests the very best of this world. We do not let the outside intrude. We make a haven of beauty, as you say?” He looked at Jessica for affirmation that he had the right words. “Indeed you have,” Jessica agreed, running her hand lightly over the back of one of the sofas. “And your quarters even more, I think. You'll see” Mr. Isogawa glanced up as the young man who had disappeared through the doorway now reappeared. “And as sokn as you are ready,