Library bedroom with a blanket

The room is a cocoon of leather and paper, where silence weighs like velvet. Shelves rise like ancient cliffs, their spines a thousand whispered voices waiting to be opened. Two armchairs stand by the window, one draped with a blanket, the other with a cushion , as if expecting a dialogue, a ritual of reading and reflection. I love how the fog outside seeps faintly into the scene, turning the forest into a blurred dream beyond the glass. The lamp glows like a guardian flame, patient, eternal, its circle of light a refuge for stories and solitude alike. It feels almost cinematic, a set from a Merchant Ivory film, where time pauses to let literature breathe.

Warm and welcoming atmosphere!