Upon entering my house, you notice the mismatched brown and blue plaid couches under bare walls. A huge television blocks the only window in the room, with an old scratched coffee table groaning under a weeks worth of mail. Guacamole colored shag carpet over powers the cheap Asian rug trying to smother it. The blue and brown couches are as comfortable as reclining on bales of straw covered with course burlap. A pomegranate candle sits on top of the television and is lit every morning to drown out the subconscious avocado smell from the 70's shag carpeting. Walking through the living room into the kitchen, overcoming the feeling of claustrophobia because of large furniture in a small place, you will see four doors and an office area.
The kitchen, while quaint, is swirling with the aroma from last night's casserole. Undecorated except for the apple curtains hanging over the very small window, it seems larger than any other room.
As your eyes scan the room, you would see that the counters are bare, except for dishes drying on the rack and the outdated, lime green toaster that my cousin gave us as a wedding gift. The large table pushed up against the only wall with four chairs blocks the door leading to the water heater. As you turn to the right, you will run into the master bedroom.
If you're not careful you will run into the ten year old oak dresser that I had growing up. On top of the dresser sits the perfumes and colognes that we use on a daily basis. A Hawaiian like comforter and a mound of soft pillows in all shapes and sizes over lay the queen size bed in the middle of the room, smelling like fresh laundry. Miss matched...