Flora's private tour

I was informed that the 2nd sentence is a bit strange. Don't let it lead you to thinking that this is a pornographic or sexual piece, because it isn't.

Wearing nothing but a golden nude bra as I'm sitting on my bed. The only cover for my crotch is a thick cherry red, floral pattern blanket, which has red and green stripes on a mushroom-coloured background. The bed cover has a nice pastel yellow, pink, and green floral pattern on white and my big, puffy white pillow with a white pillowcase is behind me. The bed is in the center of the room.

Around me are four off-white walls and an off-white ceiling for added genericness. Looking at the ceiling, I see my round ceiling lamp straight up in the center. It has a nice, thick white border (how shocking), and inside the inner lines of the border is a half-sphere made of glass with several outverted vertical, clear lines starting from the top and ending at the bottom. The top is like the middle of a full sphere. The bottom has a hole which is covered by a white metal circle.

My neck aches me, my pale skin becomes paler, and my black eyes grow wider as I write so hesistantly over this flower pressing kit. My dark brown ringlets touch the paper I'm writing on in a surrendering stance. But I won't stop.

Ahead of me, to the rightmost of the wall in front of me is the door out. It's grey with a doorknob that is an ancient green in all but the front, which is a light, dusty green. A grey, thick border surrounds it.

To the left at the outer center of the height of the room is a plain white lightswitch. However, it's not important.

Moving on more to the left is my closet, which is obviously on the same wall as the lightswitch and door. It takes up half the area of the entire wall; half the width and the full height. Inside is more "white action" off-white walls inside, and a pure white shelf at the top third. Below the shelf is a dirty silver pipe for hangers. The closet has two sliding doors; each of which covers half of the front of the closet. The doors are a sandy brown with a pattern of hairy, almost primal, large dark brown circles and lines. Sets of chocolate brown, metal rusty bars border them.

In front of the closet is the trusty old and shockingly white air fan which hasn't been cleaned in ages. It's so dirty and dusty, and the blades are covered in what appears to be mud mixed with dust. When turned on, this fan spits the combination, in chunks, right at you. The fan is plugged into the wall at my left.

Further left is a six-shelve bookshelf, which is actually used more for tossed clothes and jewelry than books. It can be described solidly and perfectly in that it is a light brown and orange mixture with texturizing, vertical lines that make dark and light variations of the browns and oranges. A paint kit and mini chess kit are at the top shelf.

At the back wall are some white blinds. I don't even have to describe them at all, for it takes little imagination to picture them. All that can really be said here is that a spicey red pine car freshener is hanging on it the tassles that raise the blinds.

My desk is at the back but also to the right because of the backright corner. On it are various things, such as stuffed animals, clothes, gadgets, deodarent, and other miscellanious items. The colouring and texture is the same as that of the bookshelf, except for the black keyboard holder space, which has grey, horizontal plastic bars covering it, and the bottom and sides of the cabinet holder; also black, which touches the backright corner.

Right beside the desk to my left is my four-drawer night table where each drawer is bigger than the one proceeding it above. The table follows the bookshelf texture, but with a darker brown and orange colour. At the inside sides of the shelves are caramel, hairy strokes on a sand brown background. The bottom of the inside of each drawer is a sandpaper colour and texture. At the outside left and right of the table are black sides.

Lastly, we've reached the floors of the room. Below are squares divided into rectangles with some familiar patterns. In odds, the rectangles look like the inside sides of the night table, but in evens, they are reminiscent to the look of the front closet doors. Everything in this room rests on them.