The bedroom is boring. It has to be because I am allergic to all the things. I was told my allergies would improve if I could keep the bedroom free of books and dust. The walls are free of all decorations other than a profusion of ugly nail holes (couldn't afford to also paint it after all the other allergy-proofing). No furniture, no books, no carpet.
In theory, you sleep better if your room is an empty cave, cool and dark, non-distracting, so there are blackout curtains that don't do a great job, not only because of the cheap-unsafe-apartment-dryer-melting injuries they sustained, but also because I don't have the heart to tape them down on all sides. It's still pretty cave-like, though, because one of the DIY Demons of Doom who previously inhabited this house added an okay-looking but totally non-functional ceiling light (it's wired for a fan, so it doesn't work with just a light), so I have an ancient, 40-watt desk lamp in one corner doing room-lighting/dimming duties. It shines up onto the random plant hook on the ceiling where I have placed a single wonderfully gaudy Christmas ornament.
I don't even have a comforter or quilt because it's hard to wash those as often as the allergists recommend. All totally boring, as it should be for improved health. But my sheets are a beautiful color between turquoise and jade because there should be something beautiful in every room. Even the dark ones you can't really see into. Extra credit if the beauty is machine washable or hypoallergenic.
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