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.

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