Sims' Bunk (Yay!)

Slowly, but surely, I dragged my luggage into the cabin, humming a tune to another love song. "Konichiwa, I'm Sims." I stuck out my hand to see if anyone would take it. "I'm new here. Where should I put my stuff? Oh, over there. Sorry, I'll just be a moment. I'm good at organising." I headed to an empty cot, and soon after about fifteen minutes, my bed was done up with pink sheets, and had pinks fluffy pillows and a strawberry pink comforter. Somehow I had a bedside table/bookcase/shelf had a few books, a large make-up bag, a pink strawberry lamp, a small book composed of songs, and, of ocurse, a little shelf above the bed holding a lyre case, and undeneath the bed was a little doggie bed for Ichigo, my miniature wolf. She sat on the bed and slept, and I knew she would growl at anyone who came near, so I smiled, fed her a Jerkey Stick, and whipsered, "Good girl," in her ear. I fixed my hair in a mirror that somehow was put up just above the lamp, and left for breakfast.