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Ever since I was little, I
wanted an overstuffed armchair to read books in.
Dark, forest
green, to match the carpet and the equally overstuffed loveseat, with
hardwood inlay and feet carved to look like lizards. Pulled up next to a
fireplace, a warm little grove in a forest of literature, flames
throwing flickering shadows back into the rows of shelves around it,
illuminating the night through the large bay windows on one wall and
shimmering in the wrought iron balustrade of the spiral staircase up to
the second floor.
Somewhere, there is a minifridge and an
electric kettle, for making tea. |