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"Are you ready to go to bed?" Justine inquired gently. "Nope," I replied, panting. "Absolutely not." "Good, since neither do I." Justine took my hand and escorted me around to the other entrance in the bathroom, where we discovered ourselves in a little bedroom. A double bed was packed into the far doorway, and alongside it was a surprisingly tiny bedside table with a reading light and two or three framed photos. The partitions were barren, with just cream-colored varnish on them, and the carpeting under our feet was massive and azure, with no mats to break up the monotony.

So wonderful. Two antique white bedside tables could also be found on both sides of the bed, with a classic white lampshade on them and an immaculate hue. The furniture was all made of dark ebony wood, with a black upholstered sofa on the side. To add some colour, a small green plant was planted in a pot and could be found beside the white lampshade. In front of the bed, maybe a 42-inch or rather larger LCD TV was also provided. The room was the epitome of simplicity and class.

The tide pulled me out to the sea of sorrow, where I had no place to stay and nothing to rely on. A sense of emptiness wrapped me as I forced myself to stop weeping. I lifted from the edge of this soft king-size mattress and looked around. The decorations of this room here were rather simple. There’s a large wooden closet at the corner near the door, painted in dark brown. Same-colored nightstands were positioned against wall on both sides of the bed, with a vintage lamp being placed on the right one. A large desk was standing near the window, at same height of the window sill.

Wood can be seen in every corner of the room. There was a wooden desk at the very end of the room behind it was a dark chocolate leather brown chair, which I guess is Stefano's seat. Beside it is a small wooden chair. Both the seats are empty. On either side of the chair, you can see bookshelves and books kept inside dark furniture closed by glass. Opposite his deal, there is a glass coffee table surrounded by brown leather couches and just behind the couch is a long table with lots of chairs, like one uses for a meeting.

There was a kitchenette area in the corner with a mini fridge, sink, Keurig, and microwave under 2 cabinets. Between the stairs and the kitchenette, there was a bathroom. It was a nice set up, a claw foot tub on one side and a 2-sink vanity on the other. There was a blue-grey couch and a recliner set up with a coffee table and a 43-inch TV on the wall. In the next corner there was a closet, as I walked over to open the door, I noticed it split into two perfectly mirrored “his and her” set ups. As I closed the doors on my way out I turned to look at the bed that was set with the two night stands.

She carefully picked them up and made her way through a wooden door to the right, behind the sofa and just beside the kitchen. The room was small just like every other thing in the house, painted a mid temperature coral and cream. There was a small desk by the corner of the room, where another door stood. Her tiny bed sat authoritatively in the centre of the room, with a small dresser at the head of the bed and the desk to its right. The ceilings hung low, a small bulb attached to its centre. The bulb however was screwed on loosely to stop it from electrical short circuiting, seeing as the ceilings were occasionally drenched by the summer rain.

He closed the door behind us and Spencer guided me over to a small sitting area. The layout was similar to Spencer’s but the room wasn’t as straight. I could see shoes kicked beneath the bed and several books lay on the glass coffee table beside the couch. Beyond that, there was a television and several DVDs stacked messily on top of it. Beside the neatly made bed there was a small wooden nightstand and even from here, I could see stacks of papers on the surface and peeking from the drawer where they had been shoved. A glass jar held several pens and pencils inside of it, but beneath that were several black books, those books stacked orderly despite the chaos of the room.

To be in his arms. Ugh no! I sighed. I had to distract myself by snooping around in his room or I'd be having less decent thoughts about my male classmate. The room was really small. Even my bathroom was bigger. The walls were painted an off-white colour. A wooden desk was sitting in a corner with a laptop on it. There was a small shelf filled with books. The floor was made of wood and the bed was quite small but soft. It could contain at least two people. Then a ceiling fan. That was it. No decorations. Nothing. Just plain.

Poplar wood, MDF, Lacquer, and High gloss “Hunter! Can you please pinch me?” she did not realize that Hunter, instead of putting her down was enjoying every expression crossing her face. There was a study table in the corner with two chairs and a side lamp. The room also had a sofa set matching with the bedroom set. “God demit! F**k!” Hunter started laughing. “No way! It’s a dream! Right? Hunter, I said… pinch me!” Hunter nuzzled her neck with his nose and bit her lightly. “Ouch.”

He said, and she looked at the room, searching for a place to sit. Although her wedding gown suddenly felt heavy, she did not want to take it off. The room was sparsely furnished. It had a sitting section and a kingsize bed; next to the king-size bed was a small bed. It was close enough to the king-size bed that whoever was sleeping on it would know when Ethan needed help in his sleep. There was a vanity table that had nothing on it. A dresser and two nightstands. The room was big, and it looked bare.