Dahlia
My jaw was on the floor as we entered the cave of a room we would be staying in for the night. It was the most beautifully cohesive master bedroom I had ever seen, despite it being in a cave. Everything was pristine, every piece of furniture perfectly placed in the natural alcoves of the stone walls. There was a gloriously large bed on the largest wall, with a dozen plush pillows and a matching cream-colored feather comforter that looked like I could get lost in it.
A cream-colored marble fireplace was on the other side of the room, parallel to the bed with two silver throne-like chairs sitting before it. There was a reading nook in one corner, the cave walls carved into bookshelves with a pale blue chaise and a lamp sitting before it, just waiting for someone to occupy its wondr
