"I kind of want a house full of mattresses," Rose said. "Or even on the walls, like a crazy person asylum, but not." She was now envisioning a room covered in mattresses, with a part of the ceiling uncovered for the trapdoor up to their hammock loft. But that kind of defeated the point of having the trapdoor to hide the loft, if it was distinct from the mattresses around it. Maybe no mattresses on the ceiling, then - it wasn't like they could jump on those anyway.
She looked over at him, watching him swing, and said the first color that came to her mind. "Blue. Maybe. Or, I don't know. Maybe green or red. I like most colors."