My bed , typically festooned with a tangle of aluminum coloured sheets , was neatly laid out with rich chocolate bedding . My walls , a blank canvas on a normal day , was instead a flurry of pale yellows and splashes of deep crimson . My first though was , of course , that I had somehow ended up in her room . My second though , the logical option , was that it was just a dream . And , like dreams often do , it suddenly vanished .

Question: What topic is the narrator discussing ?
Answer: They are talking seasons .They are talking home furnishing .None of the above choices .They are talking dessert .