The curtains were left open, and the sun beats down on my room mercilessly. Although the bedroom gets full light until noon, it doesn’t usually bother me. But now I’m annoyed when the sunshine wakes me before noon. The canopy shades my bed somewhat, but it’s just some sheer, light fabric. My bedroom represents everything that is important to me. The luxurious comforts of my Eastern lifestyle, my wealth as a prince, and my sensuality. Five people can sprawl in my bed; it was made to order by a carpenter in Riyadh. The canopy stretches over the bed on a wooden frame and it’s not at all feminine. Gold, brown and black tones give the impression of passion and hardness. There is a huge, red-hued Persian rug on the light brown marble floor. It’s so eye-catching it outshines everything else in th
