Northern Lights

The only thing that is unmade in Silvain's room is the bed, for the first time I am there and I can't avoid studying; It is more spacious than her attic, the distinction and luxury predominate and I am left speechless. It is evident that his favorite color is gray, here there is no blue, but a white that accompanies it and black that exalts elegance, also that coldness penetrating deeply.

The elements are imposed, highlighting the enormous bed with nightstands on the sides where glass lamps remain, a large unlit screen. It has a fireplace, a huge closet, a dream bathroom, I close the door; The curtains flap in the wind, and when I draw them I come across the glazed glass sliding doors that open onto a balcony. The height gives a beautiful panorama and the wind blows my hair; It's not like the one you can see from the terrace, but it catches you just the same.

I hear noise in the room, that's why I suddenly return, there is no one, it was a trick in my head. I get to wo