“Your power is in your thoughts, so stay awake. In other words, remember to remember.”
― Rhonda Byrne, The Secret
The room was spotless white, but covered in spider webs. It was like the dorm room of an angel who left years ago and nobody cleaned it ever since then. In front of me was a huge off-white sofa with plush white cushions. Behind it was a huge white bed with a white quilt and a beautiful canopy with whitework embroidery falling to the floor. To the left was a dressing table, also infested with the spiders and their webs and hair brushes of different sizes, all white. Elegant little bottles with different colored oils remained the same too, with spiders crawling around them, as if claiming them as their own towers. Some of the lids were open, but they didn't look like they were
