Meja Laptop Untuk Di Kasur 소설 & 이야기

◆ MILES ◆ He fell asleep on the couch. Again. The third time this week. His laptops sat on my mother's favorite coffee table, both left open and running, the cords and empty coffee cups scattered on the varnished oak. Plus some wrinkled candy wrappers. What a mess. Maybe he worked till sunrise.

Against the far wall, he had several computers arranged on three desks, set up in a semi-circle around his chair. The other side of the room had a queen-sized bed with a television fitted into the bottom frame and a table with a lamp either side. A pair of sofas too up the area in the centre and were positioned around a glass coffee table. 'Who has sofa's in their bedroom?' Alice thought. His room was impressive but weird. 'If you were a normal human being, Caleb and I would be hanging out here with you right now,’ Alice thought. The image of Caleb in her mind stung so much she thought she might shrivel and die.

There is seriously enough room in my bedroom, to put a King size bed with two accent tables and room for Alma’s crate and potty pads. The floor is a type of red wood, and the bed that is in here is unfortunately only a queen, but it does have two accent tables on each side and a flat screen tv. There is also a massive red oak desk near the bathroom wall and a pretty comfy black leather rolling chair behind it. The room I didn’t take has two bay windows and a reading nook, with the same size bed and the desk and chair are the same as well. It also has a flat screen tv mounted on the wall and a built-in bookshelf near the reading nook.

“I will be perfectly comfortable sleeping out here.” “Yeah, right out in the open where anyone can walk in on you,” Jaden retorted. “Like there’s enough space here to avoid that anyway.” “Enough,” Lucas shouted. Without another word, he went over to the couch and pulled off the cushions. “The couch pulls out into a bed. Jaden will fit just fine out here. Helene, take the bedroom.”

If there's a bedsize bigger than King, the one in this suite is definitely it and I've turned the whole thing into my office. My laptop sits on top of a pillow astride my legs with the hard drive resting on the bed next to it, (technically a fire hazard but it's never hurt me before, besides the wood in this place is wet from the ocean, it won't catch easily) all my folders are open with notes, sketches and documents spread across the remainder of the bed, my microphone sits on the bedside table next to a tray of food. A perfect set up.

In a twenty-square-meter living room, a medium-sized bed stood, piled with scattered clothes. The floor was littered with empty food containers and discarded nylons. Amid this mess lay a handsome young man with slightly delicate features, sprawled over a desk with a half-opened laptop in front of him. The laptop screen was completely blank. A pair of glasses rested crookedly on the bridge of his nose as he glared hatefully at the chapter outlines scribbled in his notebook.

I searched around his room but it seemed deserted of people. He might have gone somewhere, I thought. A golden coloured curtain had been attached to the bedpost holding the canopy. The nightstand, with the same colour as the wall, sat a laptop and an alarm clock. I wondered what he would have in his laptop as I sat at the foot of the bed and used the curtains to shield myself. It was a last minute plan and I don't know the prince well enough to speak to him informally.

That’s probably from when I had that microwaved Mac and cheese. I wake up from the floor and I walk over to my room to retrieve my laptop. It’s on the mattress, which lays on the hardwood floor. I pick up the machine and I walk back out into the living room area. The orange light from the setting sun gives the area an aesthetic feel. I sit on the floor and I open the laptop. As soon as my fingers hits the keyboard on the machine, it doesn’t stop. Soon I have googled and known all the information I need to know about this Robert Jones.

I take a tall, narrow cabinet and put it in a corner of the living room near an outlet. I plug in the cable and connect it to the computer, which I place on top of the cabinet. Then I unplug the speakers from the TV and connect them to the computer. I turn it on and smile at the picture I have as my wallpaper. It’s me and Jace at school, sitting next to each other, with my face resting on my hand, probably sleeping, and Jace pouting his lips as if to give a kiss, with a strand of my hair making mustaches.

My assumption that something weird is going on here harasses me more. Everything is neat such as the books on the shelves, the drawers and the cabinets. The only thing that he seems to touch is the laptop that’s flipped open. It’s sitting on his wooden desk in an angle that’s titled from his leather chair. I stride towards it, then settle myself on his chair. I turn on his laptop and verify his search history on it.