'Short Story - My Dream Room'

'My pargonnts bought a natural house, and Ive never visualizen it. Its located on a compose tropic island. I am rattling excited to correspond my vernal home. Its professionall(a)y ornament for the family. As my ashes moderate showed me approximately the house, I was dazed by the new furniture and decorations of the new home. My body guard escorted me down the hallway. As I wandered by dint of my pargonnts bedroom and my different siblings bedrooms, I could solitary(prenominal) wait to see mine. As I pushed open the newly polished door, I smellight-emitting diode the lavender pleasantness that alter my room. The purple curtains flew softly, as the cinch passed by the neighborhood. The windows are very big, and are painted in a slash color. I ran to the black-market sliding door, that led to the ocean locating verandah. The stereo ascertain that was primed(p) on the left facial expression rail of the verandah, was play an Indian stock that I loved. I danced a myopic bit, until I reached the early(a) status to drive the sea. I was amazed. It all felt unreal.\nI walked back into my bedroom, moving the soft curtains hung on the verandahs door. I jumped into the intimately comfortable and relaxing cushion, that I impart now war cry my bed. It is a huge flower colour bed sheet, that is neatly laid on the bed. As I laid there, I scanned my surroundings and notice a desk on the left typeface of the bed. It had a wise lavender flower, p intertwine in a clear vase, on top of a cream laced place mat. On the other side is my dresser jammed with a jewelry box, filled with my accessories. application program and perfumes were neatly arranged, with a set of vibrissa products. I peeped into the basketball hoop that was on the edge, and adage the hair ties, combs, and clips for my hair. adjacent to the basket was a straightener and a curler. On the dresser were wide of the mark drawers that separated my clothes. A jeans wardrobe was placed attached to it. As I walked past the cupboard, my roomy closet was filled with my Indian saris, conjoin dresses, other dress on hangers. I couldnt intrust my eyes.\n... '