Feng Teng take me to some room and smiling sweetly at me before make our way up the stairs until we're walking down the corridor to the extension.
He opens the door to the very last room, the one I fled from after seeing the nightmare. To be honest, I don't particularly like this room, but as I'm pushed through and the whole area comes into view, I gasp.
It's no longer an empty shell of raw plaster and a rough wooden floor. It's now a palatial space, garnished in sumptuous materials, all in black and gold. I gingerly wander in, gazing around, drinking in the stunning space.
The huge bed that I sketched has come to life and is flowering the room, dressed in pale gold satin with huge, black lace calla lilies embroidered across the material.
The windows are adorned with heavy gold drapes of the same material, and the floor is soft and squidgy under my heels.
