Wallpaper Sunset Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The room was decorated very simply with a small table on each wall with a small vase of fresh flowers sitting on top. The manager moved to the door in the middle, straight ahead of the elevator doors. Tapping a small plastic rectangle to a blockish black nodule on the door, she waited for a low beep before pushing the door open. Stepping all the way through, she held the door for all of us to enter. The room was huge, almost the size of one of the guys' levels back at home. An entire wall of glass separated us from the outside. Dusk had fallen. The colors of a sunset on Earth put ours on Azica to shame. Like a painting of blues, purples, pinks, and oranges, the colors decorated the skies, do

“Nichole, are you going to remove this wallpaper?” “Babe, it's from the nineteen sixties.” “But I love the big bold flowers.” “We'll negotiate. Many of these walls will come down to make a big open floor plan so we can see the kids from any room down here, but maybe I can get the paper recreated to do one wall.” “Maybe,” she grinned at him cheekily. He showed her through the kitchen and living room areas. Laila couldn't help but smile at the bright light from the huge windows in the living room. Dust particles floated lazily in the sunbeams pouring in through the glass, giving the room a warm glow.

The walls were a deep charcoal, almost black, and the floors of polished concrete gleamed underfoot, cold and sleek. Filled with dark aesthetic art pictures on the shinny walls. The living room sprawled out with endless floor space, its minimalist furnishings in deep shades of gray, black, and silver. A low, angular couch rested atop a dark rug, its texture so luxurious that it felt like velvet beneath her feet.