Celena’s apartment was beautiful. There were different styles of art on each wall, in each room. As we walked in we felt completely at home –or I did, anyway. I loved her style... from her work I could tell how much she loved art. I could see why she was an artist. Her apartment was painted mono-chromatically in blue. The first room we entered the apartment through was light blue and I was immediately satisfied by how calm and comfortable it made me feel. The bathroom was nearby, and painted in a shade of blue a little darker. Then the living room was in turquoise. There were green accents here and there, and some yellow, too. The bedrooms were also different shades of blue. There was nothing that stood out more than the others, except for whatever furniture and accessories she had purposely put to decorate the place. I convinced myself almost immediately that we would be best blue buddies. Our friendship was going to work well.
“This place is beautiful,” I complimented.