In my future home, I would have bookshelves that reached the ceilings.
So many books that one would need a ladder to get from one end to the other.
The smell of parchment and leather.
Dim lighting and pillows for the reading corner.
Tea. Earl grey with brown sugar – lots of brown sugar.
Carpets and wooden flooring.
Arched windows with curtains that whisper.
Someone to share all this with.