The room was calming. It had soft instumental music playing, with birds singing in the backround. The sounds created a feeling of springtime, of renewal.

The room smells almost neutral, but with undertones that smelled like sweet fruits and berries, undertones that were reminiscent of flowers, newly budding. The smells felt like a blanket that you wanted to fall into, and never unwrap yourself from.

The room creates a feeling of home, as if every detail, down to the textures in the floor, feel as if they were lovingly chosen for you by your past self. If you were upset, a few minutes in this room could calm you. If you were worried, a second could infuse you with renewed patience and happiness that you thought impssible at that moment.

The room was pure happiness. You weren’t sure if true joy could even occur outside of the room. The room had an air of nostalgia and safeness nothing and no one else could ever provide. The room feels like it could fuel life itself, as if it could give the universe meaning.

The room represented all the good in the world. It represented every reason to love existence itself, as if every inhale of the perfumey scent slowly melted all troubles, worries, and issues away.

The room inspired love, second chances, and appreciation of things that were always there, but never truly cherished the way they should’ve been.

The room was the place everyone deserved to have, it was homely, and inviting, and not so big it swallowed you whole, but not so small it was suffocating. The room was like a childhood friendship that never lost its spark. The room was comfort, in a world devoid of comforts. The room was beautiful.