It was Monday, in the afternoon and Kazmiyah sat there on the large king-sized bed, in the room that had been specifically prepared for her. She recalled some of the little things in the room from when she was a little girl; like the reading nook by the window full of teddy bears and pillows, and dolls.
She even noticed the little pictures that she had drawn as a little girl. A heart-warming chuckle escaped her as she appreciated how they had framed the pictures and placed them on the wall of the room almost as a collage. It was all quite nostalgic.
It was a little after the long events of the night that Crescenda told her that Warren had taken time to re-decorate the room in her favorite colors; purple and black, where at one point the scheme was pink and white. She said he realized
