A vibrant luxury of colors I am. That flow with the walls my colors to glam. A bubblegum river with chocolate mix, and cinnamon walls with blueberry sticks. The large echoes that go through the hall, the warm cave isn’t very small. Seeing the wall of peppermint spray covers the wall with a mirror to stay. See a reflection through the mirror and everything running together moves so clear. The rush of the wind gives me chills up my spine and this warm place smells like apple pie. Slow smooth surfaces cover the lumps but it doesn’t stop those unbeatable bumps. It felt so warm and dark I say but there’s always that beautiful color array. Little but there the yellow glare is shining off the mirror. I see an orange begin to form but it doesn’t do much to harm. Brilliant magnificence overwhelming the room and colors of love and happiness I assume. Even with the waves soothing the air there is still silence that I hear. Looking close to details I see a spot I’m not sure what it is but maybe it’s hot. The flames are bearing from above but it’s the smell that I love. Now as I look at it very close and deeply I can see the black spots covering it briefly. What a wonderful feeling I have in this place and a smell so sweet it changes my face. I see the colors the beautiful waves and I see the beautiful flavors it saves. In the rain I know it well to have that old and clammy smell but that’s not all I need to see about this wonderful place and its beauty. Warm apple pie still covers the air, as I am beautiful just sitting here. Exit my door and come back again to this colorful place I call my Haven.