A Dream Bedroom

A Dream Bedroom

I’d like a heavily scented bedroom.
I’d like to walk into a bedroom (mine, of course) with potpourri smell. I’d put on two, err four scented candles on my long dressing table, and the candle light will be flickering and reflected on the big mirror. I’d put on one aromatherapy burner each on the bed side tables. I’d put one burner too in the bathroom.
Lavender is my favorite. Citrus is the Man’s, which I don’t really mind since citronella is known to combat flu and sinus problem, which I have.
I have the scented candles ( I think they are in the boxes somewhere). I have the aromatherapy burners. I have the matches. I have the long dressing table with the big mirror. I have the bedside tables. I have the big king sized bed, with matching colors. I have my dream bedroom.
I also have one six year old kid who refused to sleep in his bedroom. I have, too, a two year old toddler who only sleeps after the parents doze off. My four month old son will soon be crawling and after that toddling around the room. All these human beings sleep in the (THE) dream bedroom. And the flickering candles and aromatherapy burners are obviously a fire-starter in the house, and also the whole street’s.
Guess the scented candles will rot in the boxes.