Within My 12 Bedroom House, There is a Shower Room
In my twelve bedroom house, there will be a bathroom with no mirrors, and no showers. This is because room number one is the shower room; to describe the shower room the architectural design can be explained like this: The Ceiling is silver with small stainless steel shower holes all the way across the thirty-five by fifty square foot room, directions; simply turn on the switch, and turn the knob to preset your perfect heaven like temperature. There will be sub-standard couches according to the elitist, but they will be covered by a rare waterproof plastic that molds to the fibers of golden cloth, soundless so synthetic it’s real. A place where you can lounge around and still clean yourself with the highly expensive and exotic shampoos and soaps, a place where you pull the recliner back as if you were ejecting from a fighter airplane. Then watch the large flat screen built within the fiberglass walls; the floors are made of mirrors, so that when the photographic memory is in pause as you look down, it appears as though the shower water is shooting up from the ground. Internalize and meditate, as you feel the multi-colored bath salts begin cleansing from the outside in, in and out, we make out, and make love on the occasion, but we prefer to do that in another special room, but the showers are wonderful. Once you are the cleanest you can possibly be, you turn the shower switch off, open a wooden red oak door, and step through a forty foot hallway that is the most highest technologically advanced built-in home sauna in the history of mankind. When you reach the end, there is a rack of pearl white towels, dab the damp spots, then slip into your dingy clean clothes, and now you are clean; and the best part about this room is the room that surrounds room number one, and that’s room number two - The Dolphin Tank
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