I say this jokingly of course. I lay in my room with my perfect surroundings. A few pictures hanging on the wall, A cup of tea and a loving dog by my side. My salt lamp burning and my favorite platform on my laptop typing away.
My mother will walk over in a bit. She will be dressed in her running outfit ready for the day. She will enter my room and turn on the overhead light, checking to see what my plans are for the day. She will have already cleaned her entire house and had breakfast. My slugabed routine will annoy her and she will try to get me to move around, encouraging me to do something fun.
I can agree on that. My bed makes it beautiful, my tea makes it beautiful. Hell, even my naked dog makes it beautiful. Typing my thoughts on my favorite platform makes it freaking gorgeous.
There you have it, just how perception works. An example of how two different people can have the same experiences but different perception of it.
I have my favorite pictures on my wall, my sweet tea, my thoughts, my salt lamp, my dog,