Stacy.
I pounced onto the spring mattress. This is unbelievable! My room resembles a palace. This must be some sort of sweet dream.
The colossal king-size bed, the horse portraits on the walls, and, above all, the chandelier suspended from the gypsum ceiling.
There was no loud music from my neighbor, and the night was lovely. I even had my own private balcony. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. My lungs were filled with the scent of pine. The bathroom had a faucet at one end and an oval-shaped bathtub three tiles away from the faucet.
To the left was a cabinet containing necessities. It was spotlessly clean. I stripped na.ked and entered the shower. Warm water jets sprayed my skin. I was giggling like a fool.
I changed into a piggy onesie after a refreshing shower. My room e
