POV: Jasmine
But the warmth in the room—it felt so real. Too real.
The first thing that struck me was how... different everything was. The sparse decor I was used to had disappeared, replaced by vibrant colors and soft lighting. Beautiful flowers—lilies and roses, their petals a soft blush pink and white—were scattered around the room.
The bed—my bed—looked different too. Silk sheets, the color of deep sapphire, were neatly arranged, the pillows fluffed, inviting. Everything felt warmer, richer, and more... intentional.
A large flat-screen TV hung against the wall. "What the hell?" I whispered, stepping deeper into my room as my curious gaze swept over the space, taking in every little detail. It was almost too much.
The area under the TV was lined with colorful lights—fairy lights that twinkled.
I didn't know what to make of it. I didn't even know what to feel. It was dreamy. Like a vision I hadn't dared to dream, yet here it was, in front of me.
