The second floor, as everyone knows is basically deserted. So I figured I’d decorate there.
A.
As the lone ops who traveled the deserted grated pathways of the desolate west wing of the illusive second floor, an aroma of fresh ripening flowers and a hint of cooking cakes could be scented all across the empty hallways. As a few curious ops entered the hall containing the tantalizing smells they came across a large broad wooden door. The door was red with age and quite obviously very sturdy. A small knock and the door opens revealing the cozy room filled with exotic flowers and plants. The first walk down the hallway reveals a living room decorated with a small couch of blue, a comfy pillow chair and a beautiful painting by an unknown artist that hangs delicately over the crackling fire nestled in a petite fireplace. Further inspection would note a room made entirely of spiraling vines and flowers of bright flashing colors lit by the pure light of the blazing sun that shone through the many windows that decoratively illuminated the greenery that lied within. The door to the kitchen was beautifully bowed and as you stepped through the smell of pies and cakes attracted attention. The kitchen was well lit and a table make of the richest oat was adorned with tea and a tablecloth of pure silk. The room to right was the bedroom, with a large canopy bed covered with flowing curtains that beckoned to all who neared them. There was a finely lit lamp that perched delectably on the wooden heaven that was the dresser. By passing the bed you come across a balcony that as one looks out a sense of dizzy happiness overtakes their being. The wooden rails give strength to unsturdyness of the pleasure of those who view this breathtaking scene. And as you lean against the railing and look out upon the world a breeze softly blows cooling you and numbing your skin and as the sunsets, dinner is served.