Storie do you like it

The glittering of the glass made patterns on the walls and floor, the sun was beaming in thought the window above my bed. The bookshelf stood mysteriously in the dark corner where the sun didn't touch. My toes toasting in the sunlight. The power was down there were no need to get up on this warm Saturday. The room seemed light, fresh. The colours on my lamp played as the sun beamed on it. It was disorientating.