My hands strike through the soft luxury of a Damast satin colored blanket. I seat myself in a dark red couch with pillows with the color of green seaweeds. And my naked feet touch the wooden carpet. A soft breeze rushes through the open windows while the ventilator is growling like an old dog. A wild bouquet of smells covers the floor in a delicate kind of way. Drawings and painting are mixing with words in my handwriting.