Meja Kecil Samping Tempat Tidur นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The sight of the table lamp makes me realize that moments are to come when I have work till midnight or maybe late. Behind the table, there is a revolving chair, and behind the chair, there is a bookshelf and a few drawers set up in a lane, one above the other. On its left side, there are glass walls and the view is as same as the view I found on the other side of Zahir's cabin. The room has a coffee machine set in a corner along with a mini fridge. He has provided his secretary with a lot. I wonder if any other employee gets to enjoy this all.

However. "My room is only 6 by 6 feet and you bought a bed?! That's insane!" Both amazed and dumbfounded, Celine dashed inside her old room. Just like what Seungcheol said, she spotted a soft huge bed. It looks very expensive but that's not the deal. With the bed at the corner, there's no much space left to walk around. The only space left is the little spot between the door and the edge of the bed. The cabinet on the side can't be open, unless they disassemble this big furniture in front of them. "Are you...mad?" Seungcheol worried, he was standing behind her back.

It was fit enough for five people to sleep in comfortably, and she wasn't even exaggerating. A medium-sized fancy desk stood to the side, with two chairs around it. Not too far from the bed was a two-seater white sofa with a small coffee table in front and a large TV screen on the wall. Her eyes followed a small corridor, and she made a mental note to check where it led to later. All gadgets, supplies, and pieces of furniture were in pairs except the bed. Two chairs, two laptops, two dressers, and even two sleeping robes. The tone of the room was the same as the entire floor, with little simple pieces of aesthetic decor here and there, but it wasn't enough to get rid of the unsettling feelin

The coffeemaker made a sputtering sound for a moment before it started to brew. There was not a lot of things in the small space. A small TV and the coffee things were sitting on a cheap brown piece of furniture, and there was a king-sized bed with the most ugly, flashy bedspread I had ever seen. Other than two small tables beside the bed, there was no other furniture in the room except for a tiny, unsteady looking table with two very worn wooden chairs.

Aunt May opened the door. "Wow." Miranda muttered upon entering the space. The room was spacious, even for a such a small structure. "Come on in." May said with a sing-song tune. Her own cheeks bright with a large smile. The two large windows allowed for ample amount of sunlight to illuminate the small space. The floor was covered in beige tiles. There was a small couch that welcomed the guests. The small kitchen area with a standard white fridge and small two space stove was to the far right. A thin separation was made, and a small doorway led to a bedroom large enough to fit a twin sized bed, a nightstand, and a chest. There was a small closet to the side, and the bathroom was located on a

In one corner, a well-equipped desk stands, featuring a sleek laptop, a compact coffee maker, and even a popcorn machine. This is not just a room; it’s a cozy haven, perfect for studying, relaxing, and indulging in small comforts. No doubt everything is expensive, too. “Uh, which bed is yours?” My eyes bounce between twin beds bedecked with rich brown bedding decorated with fiery orange leaves.

One for us, and the other for Cole's men. I started to protest, but Cole squeezed my hand and leaned near me. "We might as well start getting used to sharing a room." When I looked at him, a weird grin was on his face and I shivered as I looked around the room. Two small blue couches sat in the centre of the room, their backs touching each other with small coffee tables placed at the front of each one. Beside them, there was a short book shelf filled with magazines and self-help books and my hands itched to grab one and indulge in DIYs on interior decoration.

It was a beige color that matched the large luxurious blanket and pillow covers. Two night stands on both sides of the bed with a lamp on each one. One the furthest wall next to the bed was a large bay window with a wide bench covered in a pillow top padding and surrounded with accent pillows. A small writing desk sat on the wall the door was on and an empty bookshelf, next to it.

“Come see.” The lounge was smaller than the main room but no less impressive. Comfortable seating, a mini-fridge, a television mounted on one wall, even a plush bed. But what caught my eye was the bookshelf that took up an entire wall—filled from floor to ceiling with books of all shapes and sizes.

She shrugged. “Here, come drink your tea before it gets cold, and you need to get off your ankle.” We sat down at the small table near the corner of the room. The room itself was significant. It had a king bed with white sheets and a white comforter. There was a small nightstand table on both sides made from wood, a dark cherry stain on them. Matching modern chrome lamps were on both tables. Each table had a drawer. There was a dresser with a mirror on the side wall across from the window. The furniture was the same stain at the night tables. In the corner next to the window, where we sat, were a small table and two chairs. The table and chairs were a similar stain to the dresser. The chairs