Bathroom - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The bathroom could be described as somewhat dilapidated. The formica peeled from the vanities and the enamel was chipped in the sink. Water leaked from the base of the faucet when it was in use. But it was scrupulously clean, the old tarnished mirror sparkled in the morning light and the bath, though also chipped, was as brilliant white as any in a showroom. The towels were fragrant, fluffy and carefully folded on a thrift-store chair in the corner.
The bathroom had an earthy feel. The walls were large format tiles of white honed travertine and the floor was made of dull brown tiles. The vanities were of a dark wood and the counters were a brilliant white quartz. There was no bath but instead a huge walk in shower with two shower heads.
The bathroom was so small that only one person at a time could be in there, unless someone actually stood in the bath itself. The walls were a busy mosaic of white and blue, and there was no toilet in there.
One golden faucet in the king's bathroom could have paid for the surgery that could have saved his sister's life, or paid for water sanitization for the whole village. He didn't think of himself as a particularly blood thirsty rebel, but as his eyes fell from one solid gold fixture to the next, his attitude solidified. He would be the executioner himself if he could.
The bathroom was as he'd expected, functional and bare of any frills or unnecessary comforts.
Gleaming granite counter tops, walnut framed mirrors, jacuzzi tub, walk in shower room with over-sized shower head, fluffy towels neatly arranged, tile floor with under-floor heating, fluffy bath mat, wicker laundry basket.
Toothpaste splattered mirror, toothpaste congealed on the counters and sinks, mildew growing around grotty faucets, peeling vinyl flooring trapping blackened dirt and grime, overflowing laundry basket, dirty clothes on the floor, dust and hair around the bath-tub, thick line of grime making a high tide mark around the tub, assortment of shampoo bottles, some empty, slimy bar or soap welded to the edge of the bath, pink scum growing around toilet bowl, hair in the shower drain, pile of old razors, towel rack half hanging on the wall, used damp towel cast onto the floor in a crumpled heap, tiles falling off wall in shower.
Eric's description of the bathroom was a little off-putting. 'It smells of urine, the toilet is pink with scum and the shower either freezes you or scolds you. It's at the end of the hall. Enjoy.'
The light in the bathroom was bright and sterile, lacking even a trace of warmth. Imperfections on her skin would shine like a beacon and without clothes on, there was nowhere to hide.