Someday

I want my room to look like this:

Taken from http://sweethomestyle.tumblr.com/ .

I want to be surrounded by books. With comfy chairs to read them in. I want to have an obscene number of cats and dogs. I want to have a porch swing. I will watch people and wave at them while they pass by. But secretly, I want to judge them.

I want big windows that let in sunlight. And moonlight. And starlight. I want a big mirror to reflect it all. I want real wood floors that creak when you walk on them. I want old frayed rugs to cover the spots where the floor has faded.

I want antique tables that have doggy-chewed ends. I want fluffy couches with kitty scratches on them. I want my house to smell like baking cookies all the time. I want to have lemonade and sun tea ready for anyone who might pop by.

I want a big grass yard with trees as the boundary. I want to catch fireflies at night like I did when I was a child in Virginia. I want to "walk down to the lake." I want to trade in my TV for endless Bookman's credit.

I want to smell honeysuckle at sunset. I want to sit under a willow during the day. I want to sleep where there are no gunshots, ambulances, or loud vehicles.

I want kids to congregate in my home. And make forts out of furniture and blankets. I want them to climb on chairs and steal cookies off the top of the fridge.

I want to have a sunset martini while listening to frogs chirp in the background. I want to snuggle up to a loved one when a storm comes up. I want to watch the storm through my huge windows, reflected in my huge mirror, sitting in my comfy chair, reading a good book.

Home.