I took a picture of my dresser. I liked how it looked. My phone, my Disney villain picture frame, my cranberry scented aromatherapy set, candles and my jewelry tree where most of my favorites can be found (I stash my seldomly worn accessories in a box under my bed) I like my room. I like how my father designed it. Though I guess he never really expected that I needed a lot - and I mean a lot of tall and wide cabinets, a walk in closet wouldn't even suffice so I just hoarded more of my things in the other room's closets. As of the time being, I am still decorating and redecorating my room - with thick white cloths.
Why?
Simply because I need my room to be dark as night even if it's only 1:00pm. My beloved partner currently works in a callcenter. Does that explain everything? Well, you might even wonder why the hell do I use white thick cloths, it's because my windows are different. I never wanted those darn blinds that seems to gather nothing but dust - of which I am allergic to. I love curtains but not in my room. I opted to go for capiz on my windows. No, it's not the kind you see in old houses in the province where you tend to push with all your might the heavy wood/capiz windows to see the outside world.
My customized capiz are red and white in color which of course matches my cranberry room. It hangs on the windows which serves as the curtain. I love it best when the wind blows because it makes those sounds that are uniquely from capiz when it moves and touch each other. Like chimes, only it's different than the common chimes you hear with metal against metal clanging kind of thing.
Anyway, it's been over two months now since I last saw and heard my capiz at work and I feel like a vampire. My room is so dark you need to turn the lights on even if it's broad daylight outside. I can't go out of the house without my shades on and I definitely cannot stand the heat outside. I actually like staying in my "red coffin"
Who cares if my windows are no longer telltale signs of time in the outside world? Who cares if I don't get to see sunlight anymore? At least I know that the next time I'll be under the sun, it's because I'm wearing my Victoria's Secret swim wear and that my feet are touching the sand on the beach. I get to share my room with my vampire of a partner wrapped in a warm embrace, wake up to have have a meal at God knows what time, watch movies, talk, lounge, have baths together and - I think I should stop now! wink wink.
Isn't that heaven? What more can I ask for?
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