A plain white masters bedroom, quite large in size, and empty. En suite attached.
Let’s put a bed in there. The softest duvets and pillows and sheets you can find.
A massive picture of something pretty hangs above the headboard.
Bedside drawers and lamps to go.
An inbuilt wardrobe with enough room for two, but just incase we get an extra set of drawers just for me.
A dressing table filled with silly nillys.
A nice fluffy rug at the end of the bed.
Wooden flooring to add to the tone.
A massive TV with giant bean bags at the end of the room, where you’ll spend your nights lounging playing pointless games on your XBox whilst I grab a book or two from the bookshelf you decide to instal for me as a surprise. Even though I asked you to do it a while back.
Our bathroom will have a walk in shower because you love them so, whilst I relax in a bath filled with warm water and bubbles whilst you wail ‘Teenage Dirtbag’, which would make me laugh.
We’d have a drawer filled with hidden snacks, no unnecessary journeys downstairs when you’re forcing me to watch random movies with you cuddled up when I’d much rather eat out.
We’d crawl into bed at late nights, me so tired my sentences make no real sense and listening to you chuckle whilst I drift into a comfortable deep sleep.
The next morning you wake up to discover a pool of drool on your chest but kiss me good morning even though we both have morning breath.
This room will hold many future memories