My Oasis

My Oasis My bedroom can be described as an enchanted under the sea utopia. An enormous seashell crescent is lined with the most reputable readings that hug its bellowed walls of a deep royal purple. There is also a built in cozy nook against double pane windows with sea green satin curtains that kiss the floor. Sandy colored shag carpeting run along the floor boards; soft enough to saunter around in. The walls include elegant paintings of coral reefs, sea kelp, and exotic fish that are vertically divided with the world’s finest creamed colored salt water pearls. In addition crystal wall sconces light up the leading feature of my bedchamber, the oyster shaped bed. The massive glistening shale gray crust has tinges of dark oil and deep purple which holds a water bed that can heat up to a 100 degrees. Light crocus shaded sheets with a count of a thousand imperial cotton strands layer the womb of the bed. Alluring handcrafted driftwood end tables, placed against the wall at each opposite end of the shell. There are also sand dollars that are extravagantly placed in a starfish shape that stretches across the entire ceiling. Eyelids shutting, a person can almost taste the saltiness of the sea and hear roaring waves crashing among the sea floor in my very own personal oasis. In all this is my sanctuary where I can go and disappear. No person can touch me, no impure thoughts can reach me. The place where I lay has truly been handcrafted by the heavens utmost deities.

When I read the descriptors of every facet of your room I get happy thoughts of how quaint and colorful the Zora Domain was in Majoras Mask. I know its a weird analogy but thats what comes to mind.