My bedroom should be my hideaway. My secret place. I should be able to come undone during the night and make myself pretty inside of it during the day. It should be a sanctuary.

It’s currently just the room where I spend a lot of excess time in that I have no real attachment to, but today I began reworking it.

Soon it’ll be all cozy and sexy and mine.

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