Here I stand staring at this room. The walls glissading from the clean ward wood, with on them plaques and awards. The smell coming from the fire place of an old wet wood. The floor is covered with tasteless rugs covering the beautiful hard wood. The ceiling covered in marble tops arranging from all different colors. The biggest supplier of light is being the little lamp in the corner and the burning fire place. There are books stacked on top of each other just making the room a mess. The baby grand piano being the main eye candy in the room distracting you from the piles of books. The doors being huge standing as tall as the ceiling.