As I stood in the rectangular door frame of my room, which I used to share with my little sister, the first thing I saw was my bed. On top of it was a multitude of different colored pillows paired with a soft, striped blanket and matching bed sheet. A sturdy canopy, made of polished and refined wood towered, over my bed. It was covered, from top to bottom, with an ivory pigmented curtain. The curtain took me back to the time of my sister’s wedding day, as it reminded me of her beautiful, silky wedding dress. At first, I was opposed to anything white in my room, but the memory of how happy my sister looked that day and the warm, milky color of the silk curtain enticed me, so I bought set for my entire house. As they hung prettily in front of my tall windows, the sunlight streams through the small gap, bringing warmth and the hope of a new day. Occasionally, a small gust of wind would take hold of it and cause it to do a beautiful dance, as it flowed smoothly with the wind as its dance partner. Outside one of the windows was a balcony that looked over a large garden teeming with an unimaginable array of gorgeous flowers. The trees, some tall and some short, lined the perfectly cut lawn. In the center of the garden, there was a cute little pond flowered with fresh lily pads and a wooden bridge. The balcony, that projected out of the side of the mahogany colored building, was a concrete ledge, square with rough edges and a rusty rail - that my parents have been wanting to replace for a long time but never got the chance to - that took me back to the times when I was little when I wasn’t allowed to touch it.
