Novel & Cerita Welcome To My Closet

And I don't want to lose as well, call me egoistic. When I finally entered the walk-in closet he has, my lips parted out of astonishment seeing how organized his things are and on how clean the place is. I wander more and saw how he separated his colored clothes, his suits and all his plain white shirt inside his closet. “He is not obviously clean and mannered, is he?” I sarcastically told myself and continue roaming round the not-so-spacious walk in closet he have here. The moment I open the other side of the cabinet, I saw my clothes hang oerfectly, and I could not help but to smile secretly ebfore skimming through the hung clothes and pick the first pair of PJ I saw.

He walked toward a tall closet and gestured. “I hope this doesn’t sound creepy or anything,” he began, glancing sideways at me, “but the moment I decided we were coming here, I gave my assistant a task.” He smiled a little shyly before he opened the closet. Inside was a thoughtful selection—dresses in every style, cosy sweaters, soft jeans, denim shorts, delicate sandals. There were colours I loved, fabrics I adored, even pieces I might have chosen myself. My breath caught in my throat.

I hope he's not back yet. Tiptoeing, I opened the door to see no one in the room. Thank god. I quickly ran to the massive closet to only find that it's a walk-in closet. Great I can hide here for the time being as I get changed. The closet was pretty big. The walls were white with a small crystal chandelier on the ceiling. On the left was a row of his clothing and on the right happened to be mine. As for what I know, mum and dad never had a walk-in closet. Maybe David got it built in our absences.

I tamed my wild hair in a messy long braid. I went out of the bathroom and walked into the closet. It was huge with a lot of clothes. Everything from underwear and bras, to different styles of shoes, to makeup was in this closet. They were all new as the price tag was still attached to all of them. I was surprised to find that all the items were my size exactly. I chose a black, high neck, long sleeved wool sweater, a light blue skinny jeans, and a black pair of slippers.

I turn on the shower, feeling the cascading water cleanse my body, if only momentarily washing away the weight of the past. Exiting the bathroom, I enter the walk-in closet, a sanctuary of garments neatly arranged on racks and shelves. I scan the array of clothing and my gaze falls upon a black tracksuit that seems to have remained hidden until now. I grab it without hesitation, drawn to the comfort and familiarity it exudes.

he chides gently. Sighing quietly, I open them hesitantly to see the most normal thing. White shelves, all empty. A cushioned seat in the very middle of the room. Rows and rows of space full of wooden hangers. It's a walk-in closet. That can't be it, surely? I was sure it was going to something else "Surprise! I thought you would like all this space for your clothes, do you like it?" I don't have that many clothesthere is no way I could fill up this room. I'm confused here.

West smiled as she entered the room,she was surprised to see her bags there at the side of the closet. She skipped towards the closet to take a look at it and found her few and Cheap clothes inside the closet. She smiled a bitter smile in self mockery " My clothes makes this Beautiful Closet less Attractive! what a Bad idea...." West shook her head at her ugly sets of clothes " So unfortunate of the closet!" West closed the closet and walked towards the bed and roamed her hands on the smooth bed and felt satisfied "What a wonderful night this would be!" She smirked as she walked towards the bathroom and gasped in utter shock.

I took a deep breath, letting the nostalgia wash over me, but with it came a pang of sadness—a reminder that I was about to leave this sanctuary behind. With a heavy heart, I walked to the closet and pulled open the door. Inside, my modest collection of clothes hung neatly, mostly items gifted by others. I reached for the small suitcase tucked away in the corner, the one that held not just clothes, but memories. As I pulled it out, I could feel the weight of the past in my hands.

Ignoring their drama, I turned to the walk-in closet that once was my room with my suitcases in tow. “What are you doing?” Suddenly, her stomachache wasn’t an issue anymore because she scrambled to her feet to stop me. I pushed her away and stepped inside the room. “I’m just taking back what belongs to me.” They had cleared away most of my stuff. Whether they didn’t care or just hadn’t finished the job, I managed to find a few items in a crate tucked away in the back of the closet. I still had a few of my journals from middle school, my college awards, and a thick book of old photographs.

Maybell Smith I'm not as upset as upset in the morning as I was last night. And I definitely owe Paison an apology! Snuggling back into the pillow that has been framing my face, I wonder if it is even worth it to get out of bed today. Looking around, I make my way to the walk-in closet that I am starting to fall in love with. It's a natural brown color inside. The three shelfs make the closet seem bigger than it is. The best part though? The outfits that Asher bought me are sitting color coordinated and by size.