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furniturestoreindore · 11 months

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Space-Saving Solutions: Furniture Ideas for Small Apartments

Introduction:

Living in a small apartment can be a delightful experience, but it also presents unique challenges when it comes to furnishing and organizing the limited space. Maximizing every square inch becomes essential to create a comfortable and functional living environment. Thankfully, with a range of innovative space-saving furniture ideas transforming your compact living space into a stylish and practical easier than ever. In this article, we will explore some clever furniture solutions tailored specifically for small apartments.

1. Multi-functional Furniture:

One of the most effective ways to save space in a small apartment is by investing in multi-functional furniture. Look for items like sofa beds, which serve as comfortable seating during the day and easily transform into a cozy bed at night. Additionally, consider dining tables with drop leaves or extendable surfaces, allowing you to adjust their size based on your needs.

2. Wall-Mounted Shelves and Cabinets:

Embrace vertical storage by installing wall-mounted shelves and cabinets. These practical additions provide extra storage space for books, decor, and essentials, while keeping your floor clear and creating a sense of openness.

3. Foldable Dining Chairs:

Traditional dining chairs can take up valuable floor space, but foldable or stackable chairs can be easily stored when not in use. This simple solution ensures you have enough seating for guests without cluttering the living area.

4. Nesting Tables:

Nesting tables offer versatility and space-saving benefits. When not in use, smaller tables can be neatly stacked under the larger ones, saving valuable floor space. Pull them out when needed for extra surface area during gatherings or activities.

5. Loft Beds:

Loft beds are a fantastic way to optimize space in a small bedroom. By elevating the bed, you create valuable storage or living space underneath, which can be used as a study area, reading nook, or even a small home office.

6. Floating Desks:

For those who work from home, a floating desk can be a game-changer. These compact and wall-mounted workspaces provide a functional area for your computer and paperwork without taking up precious floor space.

7. Wall Bed or Murphy Bed:

A wall bed, also known as a Murphy bed, is an excellent addition to any small apartment from Indore's best furniture shop. These beds can be folded up into a wall or cabinet when not in use, freeing up space for other activities.

9. Sliding Doors and Room Dividers:

Open floor plans can make a small apartment feel more spacious, but sometimes, you need a bit of privacy. Consider using sliding doors or room dividers to create separate zones without compromising on space.

10. Transparent Furniture:

Lucite or acrylic furniture can be an excellent choice for small spaces as they create the illusion of openness. Transparent chairs or coffee tables allow light to pass through, making the room feel more airy and less cramped.

In conclusion, living in a small apartment doesn't mean sacrificing style or functionality. With the right space-saving furniture ideas from the best furniture shop in Indore, you can optimize your living area and create a cozy, well-organized, and visually appealing space.

Whether it's multi-functional furniture, wall-mounted storage, or cleverly designed pieces, each choice can contribute to a more comfortable and enjoyable small apartment living experience. So, get creative and explore these furniture solutions to make the most out of your compact abode.

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Tuck Me In and Walk Among Dreams

You can tell the paper had been expensive, thick even. A twist of black ribbon tied to the hole punched on top of it. Words, bold and serif simply said: “Tuck Me In and Walk Among Dreams.” At the back was a drawing of the bookmark pointed at a book and a person tucking the book under their pillow. A small bubble indicated the person was now dreaming of the book.

Or you may have found a magic bookmark and found yourself facing the same thing over and over again.

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You were in an antique shop; the smell of the old and aged tastes sweet in your mouth.

Alas, you’re only window shopping. Money was tight, so you settled on gazing or tracing objects you knew you’d never trace again. Not unless you return with that sweet, sweet cash.

Yet, in the end it was not the old books, rusted furniture and things tied together by strings that caught your eye. In fact if you were a little more discerning you would have missed it all together.

In a box, tucked away and piled with old notes and letters long forgotten, you saw it.

It was a bookmark.

Interesting…but also…

It was unremarkable: you have seen better, prettier bookmarks – made of gems and gold and deft fingers to mark a pause in your book. Hell, even the words sounded corny but as you twisted and turned the thing, something screamed for you to buy it.

It was ridiculous. It was a bookmark.

But it cost only one dollar.

So you bought it. If the cashier judged you for such a pittance of a purchase they didn’t say a word. Despite it costing you nothing, they tucked the little bookmark into an envelope – for safe keeping, you supposed.

You placed the envelope into your bag and then like most impulse purchases, forgot completely about it.

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Your dreams did not.

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You dreamed of a being surrounded by light and glass and it’s cold. A man comes and demands.

“Give me youth, power, immortality.”

“I cannot. They are not mine to give. Let me go.” You said calmly, like a teacher educating a rather slow and dim child. He’d snarl and leave but you remain locked up. You’d cry, the tears felt hot on your cheeks, your breath steamed the glass so you did not notice.

You’d wake up just as the reflection cries back at you.

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Work was a tiring slog that ensures you have food and house above your head. You look forward to going home, to read or watch or listen to songs each day. You accepted this was now your reality, you had come to terms with it – to do otherwise was insanity.

“Have you read the Sandman comics?” your colleague asked. He was one of those men – cheery and childlike even as three decades approached him. You don’t mind it – in this day and age it seemed as if everyone had either retained that childlike wonders – you think it’s because all those adult milestones have become near impossible to achieve.

“Just a volume here and there,” you said, remembering the time you checked for online scans when the show was announced.

“Did you finish it?”

“Not really but since the show’s coming on…”

He shoved some volumes at you; exclaiming its virtues, from writing to its art and its impact on mainstream culture. You don’t ponder too long why he does this. This was what he was – you were one of the few people in the office who enjoyed Western comics, most of the others were into Manga – and you don’t blame them. He continued rambling that it’s rather self-contained and the continuity was not so convoluted. There were 75 volumes and some spin-offs but nothing like the Gordian Knot that was the continuity of most popular comic titles.

(You tried to dip your toe into the Marvel and DC Universe and came out regretting everything.)

You promised to read them and return them once you’re done. He looked like he could not wait. You’d like to think it’s because the show was coming out and he just wanted someone to – in his words – squee – about it.

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You were on the train – bored you took one volume to read. It was a rather interesting story: of an immortal being ensnared by a magician – who then created a cage of pure glass to trap him. And every night the villain would demand to the cold and unspeaking being:

“Give me youth, power, immortality.”

Your fingers paused, your eyes strained to read the words.

No, those were not unique words. Any villain worth their salt would demand those things.

(You can feel the coolness of the glass, the stillness of the air and the heat of your tears)

The train stopped and you’re shaken from your reverie – you dipped into your bag and found an old forgotten envelope and slipped it at where you had stopped.

Normally you’d dog-ear them (heresy, you know) but this was not your book and you were not such a heathen that you’d ruin another person’s property.

As work flew behind you and you entered your apartment, you did your usual ablutions and slowly destressed. Despite what happened earlier you took the volume with you.

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You dreamed.

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You were there, in the basement, the cold stones seeped into your feet as you stared at the large glass cage in front of you.

“Give me youth, power, immortality.”

You rolled your eyes and without even thinking you blurted: “Oh, fuck off.”

The villain stared at you and you stared at him and you ignore the one in the glass because what on earth made you say that?

The man, Roderick, backhanded you so hard you fell to the floor. Pain lanced up your lips as you clutched your face, feeling blood trickling onto your fingers.

“How dare you? You dare tell me to fuck off? YOU?” he started to rage and you’re unsure how to react because why does it hurt? Why does this hurt – this a dream!

Then, quiet as it was loud, Roderick stuttered, “-wait…who are you?”

You feel stars piercing through you but you merely turned to stare back at Roderick, confused and hurt.

The world spins and you swore you felt sand between your fingers.

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You’re back in the basement, standing behind Roderick, the pain is gone and as you touched your lips, no blood touched back. The magus demanded again, the same three things as starry eyes stared back, uncaring –

Wait, no.

The man in glass wasn’t staring at Roderick.

He was staring at you.

Something clicked in you: this is a dream. A lucid dream.

You had them before, had them and had felt pain, fear and all other senses. It was rare but it happened. The man in the glass – Dream, Morpheus, the Sandman -? Oh yes you were reading weren’t you? Reading and had fallen asleep, of course.

Roderick began to rant, you didn’t give him the chance and as he leaned forward, spittle flying everywhere you punched him in the back of the head. The old man crumpled forward and you winced as your fist ached.

You look at Dream, feeling giddy with power as you stepped forward, eager to break the circle.

You forgot you were not alone.

Alex Burgess didn’t bother with fists, you hear a loud gunshot and there was great pain and you feel cold, so fucking cold and wow that’s a lot of bl –

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You’re back in the basement, standing behind Roderick – your heart’s beating a million miles per second. You turned to look, remembering to pay attention this time. The old coot was not alone, Alex was there, so young and pale faced, there were a few men, decked with weapons standing nearby as Roderick demanded the impossible from his prisoner.

Dream stared at you and you could have sworn he looked concerned but that was ridiculous. You remembered that he was a stoic bastard with an infinite well of spite at this stage. It took the comics 70 years before he toned down his Dramatic personae but a smidge.

Still it was a dream – this time you managed to wrestle the gun away from Alex – this is a dream, you can kick ass here – and ass kicked you do and you reveled in it. It felt good, swinging like you’re some badass heroine, snatching guns out of people’s hands and shooting them dead and such.

However, you soon learn that when it comes to close combat though – a knife was far more efficient than the gun in your hand.

One of the guards sinks a blade into your chest and before you could warn him to not pull it out – remember if you get stabbed leave the weapon in if not – well, he pulled it out and blood gushed out and it’s cold again and for fuck’s sake this was –

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You’re back in the basement, standing behind Roderick.

Dream watches you and you ignore him – you spun your heels and marched up the door – you were outnumbered this dream is stupid and what good are you if you kept dying – you just wanted to set the idiot free – maybe there’s a fucking bomb upstairs that you can use – anything cause clearly you’re not kicking ass with whatever you have here -

…but as soon as you opened the door -

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You’re back in the basement standing behind Roderick.

This time you screamed.

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You tried everything – at one point you conjured up fire from your fingertips, nightmarish creatures with sharp fangs that tore Roderick and his useless posse to bits. But always – ALWAYS someone would kill you. It could have been a gun, a knife, the fucking cane – at some point you slipped on blood and cracked your skull. That had been embarrassing.

You had tried running, but as soon as you touched the door the dream resets.

“Give me youth, power, immortality.”

Followed you like a curse.

THEY WERE NOT EVEN IN THAT FUCKING BOOK.

At one point you didn’t wait, just ran up to the glass cage trying your fucking best to rub the circle out. For an old fart, Roderick was damn good at breaking your limbs. Sometimes he used his cane, sometimes Alex shoots you, sometimes the guard punches you until you can feel your skull cave in and what delight that was.

Dream watches you – his face marbled flesh.

You tried waking up. Sometimes when the dream resets you muttered, begged and prayed to wake up. But no matter how hard you were still there – back in the basement standing behind fucking Roderick.

You babbled to Roderick that Dream doesn’t give a shit – that Roderick will die and Alex will be cursed and it wasn’t fair you were there with them – none of them were real – just some dude’s figment of an imagination made popular. Roderick dismissed you, thinking that you’re lying, and whenever he believed you were some minion of Dream, had the guards take pleasure in slowly breaking every single bone in your body.

Sometimes he makes Alex do it. The kid would weep, his face covered in tears and snot but he’d still do it. You didn’t forget in before, he shot you without flinching.

And how you loathed them, him, this world and why won’t you wake up?

Dream does not speak. He does not move.

Why were you trying to save him?

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You are standing behind Roderick. In the basement. The walls are made of soft vellum. The words were inky black and it bled to the floor.

Tuck Me In and Walk Among Dreams.

tuCk MEE In ANDd Walk Among DREAMS

dreams TMEE and WALK

W A L K

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You’re standing behind Roderick down in the basement.

W A L K

You know what? You’re going to wait.

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Roderick blusters and yells, Alex looked down to his feet and the guards watched all of us; not even masking how disturbed they felt. Eventually Roderick slammed his cane and turned heel – even as bloviated as he was, he had limits.

You waited as they left wondering how many circles of this weird ass dream can you go before you try to maybe crush Roderick’s stupid eyeballs into his skull again when you realized...

You were alone. Some part of you were waiting for Roderick to teleport back – say those damn fucking words and you wondered if the waking world you had gone into some coma when you realized.

Nothing was happening.

Dream stared at you.

You. Alone.

A breath escaped your lungs. You didn’t dare to think, you just walked; each step free from death and distraction until you reached the edge of the circle. Dream’s eyes widened and you wondered how could someone like him even see you when all of the universe were in that face of his.

You used the edge of your shirt and with one hard swipe, broke the circle.

The Endless shot up as shocked as you are calm.

You can feel sand again, twirling between your fingers, rough, coarse and irritating.

But oh, so welcoming.

The walls were vellum and it made the basement feel brighter against the vortex of sand and not even the inky words could darken it.

“Thank you.”

He whispered and the world spins as you finally, finally wake up.

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You are sitting in your bed, the comic fell onto your lap, the envelop marking the page peeled back to show the bookmark you bought. It was still dark and you felt somewhat rested and worn out at the same time. You flicked your bedside lamp and pondered the objects on your lap.

For a moment you wondered if you had, perhaps been drugged or maybe you ate something horribly wrong before sleeping. Lucid dreaming that vivid could happened under various circumstances but – to be honest you never had one so fucking vivid before.

You pulled of the bookmark from the envelope; feeling the vellum texture and words in your hands. “Tuck Me In and Walk Among Dreams.” Stare back at you. Feeling exhausted you pull it out before you noticed something.

The comic book was open to the page where Dream was about to escape. Except that wasn’t it – you remembered him being drawn stuck in a ridiculous glass cage, nude as the day he was born. That wasn’t the bit that caught your attention.

Not the fact that Dream was standing amongst broken glass, sand pooling at his feet – pages too early, no.

It was whom he was holding in his arms.

Though drawn in ink and stylize you recognize yourself anywhere.

Your heart stopped, the familiar cold runs up your spine as you tried to reconcile what you’re seeing.

It’s you: it’s you in his arms, fainted like some fucking princess from a fairytale and he’s some weird prince off to take you to his kingdom. Your fingers trembled and you blinked again and again, hoping it would change but it did not.

Not when the light flickered out and you’re plunged into darkness. Not when you felt sand – real, honest to God sand caressing your skin and the only light in the dark were galaxies that spiraled on a face too white to be human.

“Thank you.”

Sandstorm roared around you, swallowing your screams as someone – something - wrapped its arms about you and lifts –

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The world spins again and the lights flickered back to an empty bed, except for an open comic book and a pool of golden sand on its sheets.

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dreaming-of-the-endless · 1 year

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Tuck Me In and Walk Among Dreams

Or you may have found a magic bookmark and found yourself facing the same thing over and over again.

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You were in an antique shop; the smell of the old and aged tastes sweet in your mouth.

Alas, you’re only window shopping. Money was tight, so you settled on gazing or tracing objects you knew you’d never trace again. Not unless you return with that sweet, sweet cash.

In a box, tucked away and piled with old notes and letters long forgotten, you saw it.

It was a bookmark.

Interesting…but also…

It was ridiculous. It was a bookmark.

But it cost only one dollar.

You placed the envelope into your bag and then like most impulse purchases, forgot completely about it.

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Your dreams did not.

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You dreamed of a being surrounded by light and glass and it’s cold. A man comes and demands.

“Give me youth, power, immortality.”

You’d wake up just as the reflection cries back at you.

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“Just a volume here and there,” you said, remembering the time you checked for online scans when the show was announced.

“Did you finish it?”

“Not really but since the show’s coming on…”

(You tried to dip your toe into the Marvel and DC Universe and came out regretting everything.)

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“Give me youth, power, immortality.”

Your fingers paused, your eyes strained to read the words.

No, those were not unique words. Any villain worth their salt would demand those things.

(You can feel the coolness of the glass, the stillness of the air and the heat of your tears)

The train stopped and you’re shaken from your reverie – you dipped into your bag and found an old forgotten envelope and slipped it at where you had stopped.

Normally you’d dog-ear them (heresy, you know) but this was not your book and you were not such a heathen that you’d ruin another person’s property.

As work flew behind you and you entered your apartment, you did your usual ablutions and slowly destressed. Despite what happened earlier you took the volume with you.

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You dreamed.

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You were there, in the basement, the cold stones seeped into your feet as you stared at the large glass cage in front of you.

“Give me youth, power, immortality.”

You rolled your eyes and without even thinking you blurted: “Oh, fuck off.”

The villain stared at you and you stared at him and you ignore the one in the glass because what on earth made you say that?

The man, Roderick, backhanded you so hard you fell to the floor. Pain lanced up your lips as you clutched your face, feeling blood trickling onto your fingers.

“How dare you? You dare tell me to fuck off? YOU?” he started to rage and you’re unsure how to react because why does it hurt? Why does this hurt – this a dream!

Then, quiet as it was loud, Roderick stuttered, “-wait…who are you?”

You feel stars piercing through you but you merely turned to stare back at Roderick, confused and hurt.

The world spins and you swore you felt sand between your fingers.

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Wait, no.

The man in glass wasn’t staring at Roderick.

He was staring at you.

Something clicked in you: this is a dream. A lucid dream.

You look at Dream, feeling giddy with power as you stepped forward, eager to break the circle.

You forgot you were not alone.

Alex Burgess didn’t bother with fists, you hear a loud gunshot and there was great pain and you feel cold, so fucking cold and wow that’s a lot of bl –

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However, you soon learn that when it comes to close combat though – a knife was far more efficient than the gun in your hand.

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You’re back in the basement, standing behind Roderick.

…but as soon as you opened the door -

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You’re back in the basement standing behind Roderick.

This time you screamed.

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You had tried running, but as soon as you touched the door the dream resets.

“Give me youth, power, immortality.”

Followed you like a curse.

THEY WERE NOT EVEN IN THAT FUCKING BOOK.

Dream watches you – his face marbled flesh.

You tried waking up. Sometimes when the dream resets you muttered, begged and prayed to wake up. But no matter how hard you were still there – back in the basement standing behind fucking Roderick.

Sometimes he makes Alex do it. The kid would weep, his face covered in tears and snot but he’d still do it. You didn’t forget in before, he shot you without flinching.

And how you loathed them, him, this world and why won’t you wake up?

Dream does not speak. He does not move.

Why were you trying to save him?

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You are standing behind Roderick. In the basement. The walls are made of soft vellum. The words were inky black and it bled to the floor.

Tuck Me In and Walk Among Dreams.

tuCk MEE In ANDd Walk Among DREAMS

dreams TMEE and WALK

W A L K

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You’re standing behind Roderick down in the basement.

W A L K

You know what? You’re going to wait.

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You waited as they left wondering how many circles of this weird ass dream can you go before you try to maybe crush Roderick’s stupid eyeballs into his skull again when you realized

You were alone. Some part of you were waiting for Roderick to teleport back – say those damn fucking words and you wondered if the waking world you had gone into some coma when you realized.

Nothing was happening.

Dream stared at you.

You. Alone.

You used the edge of your shirt and with one hard swipe, broke the circle.

The Endless shot up as shocked as you are calm.

You can feel sand again, twirling between your fingers, rough, coarse and irritating.

But oh, so welcoming.

The walls were vellum and it made the basement feel brighter against the vortex of sand and not even the inky words could darken it.

“Thank you.”

He whispered and the world spins as you finally, finally wake up.

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Not the fact that Dream was standing amongst broken glass, sand pooling at his feet – pages too early, no.

It was whom he was holding in his arms.

Though drawn in ink and stylize you recognize yourself anywhere.

Your heart stopped, the familiar cold runs up your spine as you tried to reconcile what you’re seeing.

“Thank you.”

Sandstorm roared around you, swallowing your screams as someone – something - wrapped its arms about you and lifts –

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The world spins again and the lights flickered back to an empty bed, except for an open comic book and a pool of golden sand on its sheets.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #my fanfic #my writing #female reader #reposting cause i posted this on my main and not here #own post #txt post

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