dream home

It must be beside a huge lake.

The clear water reflecting the beauty of the blue sky, its floor tickling my feet and looking down, you can clearly see the bottom of it filled with underwater beauties. A fish or two would be nice too. A diving board at its deepest part would tempt me to swim to its depths and I would not know fear. The lush green mountaintops and trees covering every part of it, shadowing the blazing rays of the sun. The scent of flowers perfuming everything and every time I would decide to leave it for a while, I would always smell like them.

It must have a bridge. As to what it bridges, I don't care, as long as it has a bridge. It must be made of wood, dark and sturdy bridging two unreachable ends. The ends must be covered in a canopy of vines with flowers sticking out of it everywhere, of blue and yellow and pink, of all colors of the rainbow. A carpet of soft grass catching every tumble and fall. Because I am exceptionally clumsy, tripping over the smallest things isn't unusual. A carpet of soft grass would do the trick. It won't help with the constant battle with the vertical but it would make the fall much more desirable.

The yard must be wide. A hammock nestled between two large trees and a birdbath situated a little to the left. It would have enough room for a dog or two to run around without care. The carpet of grass providing us with cushioning lest we decide to take a nap outside. A picnic would be nice. Maybe every Sunday. It would never feel scorching under the shade of a hundred trees, with the wind blowing every now and then keeping us free from sweat.

Tall lemonade glasses would keep us refreshed all throughout the afternoon. Our hair blowing about in response to the cool wind, we would spend time talking about the most mundane things in the world. Time would not exist in this paradise. There would be no clock to remind us of what time of the day it was.

The porch must wrap around the two story abode. Entwine it in its beauty. There must be window seats too. Rooms must be flooded with light coming in from numerous wide windows. Beds must be made with only the softest sheets and a hundred fluffy pillows to lay our heads at night. In this place, I shall only dream of pretty pink and blue dreams, never a nightmare to wake me up at night. And when the roosters would call out reminding us of sunrise, I would wake up with him next to me.