Sara Pov
The morning air was colder this morning, but in here it is plenty warm. The high open room, perfectly white, with a solid oak floor. In the corner sits a large palm plant in a ceramic pot, the pot decorated in an intricate pattern of swirls and dots. It has a large oak desk placed strategically on an angle to allow a better view out of the window, claw marks carved into the desk sides from when one too many decisions lay heavy on the alpha. Above the desk was a large charcoal drawing of a woman, her long light hair flowed as though emerged in water, and she had a simple pendant necklace that enhanced the sparkle in her eyes. She was mesmerizing, her eyes seemed to follow you as you moved. The room was fitted with an ensuite and a small refrigerator, and a pull-out couch. One had
