Novelas y relatos de Meja Kecil Samping Tempat Tidur

While the floor was a hardwood tile all over while the walls were painted grey all through the apartment. A breakfast corner with lightly furnished dining table and four seats around the table. A glass jar on the center and by the window, On the cabinet was a fish tank with some colorful little fishes inside the transparent fish tank. His room had the biggest space, with a king size bed, two bedside drawers by each sides. A table lamp on one side while glass jar and a glass cup lay at rest on the other side. Right opposite the bed was the desktop on the desk and a little space he'd turned to his working space.

I wasn’t sure what it was, but there was more to her. I looked around her place, it was tiny. The small bed took up a quarter of the room. To one side were some boxes and a faded suitcase. There was a small kitchen cupboard with a sink fitted. A table next to it held a portable cooker and a kettle. Under the table was a box of cereal, a loaf of bread and a few other tins. There was a small mini-fridge on the floor next to the table. On the opposite wall was a chair that was holding a few ironed items of clothing, and I saw that just underneath it stood an iron.

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.

Likely both. From there I moved to the sitting area, where the couch and chair had gone. I’d also put a small table between the two on the shared corner side and I’d scavenged a small coffee table from one of the storage rooms and added it to their seating area as well. A set of shelves and a lamp completed the main area.

Until Nicole’s mom joined the picture…. “I hope things get better sooner….” I murmured as I cleaned the table in my tiny space living room. Across from where Mike was sleeping was my computer desk in the corner of the room. My computer desk was the same length as my bed, and the table was a divider between the living room, kitchen, and bedroom. I also have computers for both sides. My working computer was facing toward the living room while my personal computer was to my bed.