by Will Stanton » Wed Mar 17, 2021 7:38 pm
"Yes, yes. I have no mouth and I must fluff," Will laughed.
He walked into Miriam's room and did a couple stretches near the door frame, limbering up. Entirely unnecessary, one would assume, and done more for show than for purpose, before springing up, up, and up, stretching himself nearly up to the ceiling before flattening, spreading, and pulling himself impossibly upwards.
At first glance, it looked like pure black mahogany, though closer inspection would reveal it to be an obsidian green. It rose up, stopping about three feet from ceiling level -- a little roomier than a coffin, if for no other reason than to allow people to sit up without smashing their heads into the ceiling, which was considered a plus. Dark green velvet curtains, pinned to each of the four elegant posts lofting the bed, rose up into a canopy that covered the ceiling, creating a soft cocoon-like atmosphere when they were all drawn shut -- not quite the full enclosure from the hotel room, but certainly a place to escape from the world at large. The head and footboards were carved with intricate designs, abstract patterns that spiraled and twisted. The mattress itself was thick and sumptuous; quilted foam and cashmere that allowed someone to sink right in without being swallowed up. Over it, Egyptian cotton sheets shined, inviting and welcoming.
Well, he didn't underdo it, that was for sure.