Meja Laptop Untuk Di Kasur นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The bed was king-sized, and the curtains were blackout curtains which practically blocked off all the sunlight from entering into the room. It had an air conditioner and also a fan. The rug in the middle of the room was silky and very comfortable on the feet. There was a foldable work table by the side of the wall and a laptop on top of the table which I am guessing he used in acting and feeling like a king. I roll my eyes and cringe at the thought of him commanding people and reminding them of their helplessness and weakness like he normally does to me. But I soon shake the thought off and continue to analyze the room.

"Hey, Cass, sure, in here or out there?" The choice was between the ceiling-mounted projector in her bedroom or the TV in our living room. Without a word, I chose the former and joined her in bed. Unlike her, I wiggled my body underneath her covers as she turned on the projector. In a short while, she was wirelessly mirroring her laptop's screen on the white, bare wall in front of us.

I fluff the pillow so that Ella can sit on the bed comfortably. I help her to sit because she is a little bit weak. My bed is unique. I customize it with a built in table if I want to use my laptop on my bed. I press another button on my side table and a mechanical whizz can be heard. In Ella's delight a table sort of as long as the bed comes out from the foot of the bed and go towards her. I open the silver dome and place the chicken soup, nuggets and fries in front of her.

Lush green plants dotted the windowsills, their leaves basking in the gentle moonlight streaming through the expansive windows. The centerpiece of the room was a massive oak desk that looked like it could have housed generations of scholars. Its surface wasn't cluttered with papers, as I'd anticipated, but instead held a minimalist setup – a sleek laptop, a crisp notepad with a simple pen, and a vintage brass lamp that added a touch of whimsy to the space.

One nightstand has a vase with lilacs and both of the nightstands have lamps that. One side of the room has a bookshelf that goes with the theme of my bedroom. Across from my bed is a T.V with a wooden built-in t.v stand. By the bookshelf is a glass desk where I can do homework. On the desk are some nicknacks that represent me.

I move out of the bathroom and start to explore his room. Well, his bedroom just has a King-sized bed, a medium-sized side table attached to it, a huge screen, I guess TV just in front of the bed, almost a wall sized window at the opposite side of the door which has a very beautiful frame and a big shelf full of books at the corner of the window wall. Nothing impressive. But there's one thing that manages to catch my attention. His laptop on the bed! I walk to the bed and sit on it, I take his laptop in my lap. It's open.

To see just what kind of books Spencer enjoyed reading. I didn’t though. I stayed where I was taking in everything. On the other side of the room was a heavy-looking desk in a dark cherry wood finish. A black leather computer chair sat behind it and there was a small lamp off to the side. In the middle of the desk was a slim silver laptop that was closed. To the back of the space was the bedroom. The king-sized four-poster bed was covered in luxurious dark blue silk sheets, and there were two matching nightstands on either side. I could see a door on the far wall that must lead to a bathroom.

A tiny two person dining table was covered in neatly folded laundry. Where the hell was her laptop? She had to have one somewhere. He peered into the bedroom, bathroom and closet before returning to the living room. Everything had a place. Where would her laptop belong? Was it even here? Had she gone somewhere with it? There was no desk, no work area in the apartment. The dining table was used to hold laundry rather than meals or work. He turned toward the sofa. That was where he'd set up shop. Ben crossed to the sofa and sat down in the middle of it.

“Not that I mind, but unless you want to display this body for the rest of the packhouse, may I recommend we take this inside my room?” I agreed with a nod, sucking on my lower lip. I had been in his room one too many times to pay attention to it. Aside from his king-sized bed, fitting for the God he was, his room had two dark rich tone side tables adorned with matching lampstands. A zebra-striped rug took up most of the room, covering the matching toned wooden flooring. Arranged in front of a mounted flat-screen TV was a three-seater settee, along with a glass center table, with a potted plant atop it. At each side of the TV stood two bookshelves, and in the other corner was a huge mahogany

Everything that is seen in the picture isn't like you see? I trot towards the long table in front of the window which has some books stacked in them and then a computer in the centre of it. Some tendrils of pothos is hanging from the table to the window and it looks much more fantastic because of it. And by the table is a huge queen sized round bed with such a decorated and designed head rest.