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Daily writing prompt
What does your ideal home look like?

I’ve known for some time now that I could very easily live in either a library or a bookstore. But, after thinking on the prompt this morning, the idea of living above my own bookshop/bakery… now that does has a whimsical feel to it, if I do say so myself!

There would be numerous rooms for reading…

All with different styles to choose from, thereby allowing the reader to find their favorite chair, as well as finding just the right amount of light…

or maybe just the right amount of pillows…

Here’s where things get rather interesting. You see, my ideal home would be somewhat magical. There’d be a desert trolley, effortlessly rolling from room to room, all by itself. My magic trolley would offer up the best kinds of cookies and pastries one could imagine…

Why?

Because, all of my reading rooms will come with a complimentary tea/coffee service, obviously! Nobody likes having to put a good book down, just to eat or drink, sheesh! Most avid readers would just choose to starve, I’m guessing. But I say, “Not on my watch, they won’t!”

Now, let’s talk about ambiance, or atmosphere, if you will. What’s a good reading session, without the accompanying sounds and smells of a delicious bakery, just up the stairs…

That’s where I’d spend half my day, baking my heart out! Oh, and I’d have one of those air blowers on my kitchen vents, pumping the smell of sugar cookies out into the streets.

The front of my bookstore would offer both an indoor and outdoor seating area…

And, just behind my bookstore would be a beautiful city park, filled with lush green trees, fragrant flowers, and numerous kinds of birds and other small wildlife…

So, there you have it, folks! My ideal home, all rolled up into a dreamy oasis of cookies, characters, and creature comforts!

Cookie?

It’s Not So Much About the Building…

Daily writing prompt
What does your ideal home look like?

Have a Labor Day cookie…

It was only a dream…

Daily writing prompt
What does your ideal home look like?

When I was a small girl I had many dreams… dreams of having a family that I could rely on…

Growing up on the street left a great amount to dream about when it came to a safe dry place to sleep…

Sixteen years of dreaming about an ideal home destroyed my first marriage…

I thought we had found our ideal home about 7 years ago, and then the shut down claimed everything we owned…

Now, I am keeping my expectations within a realistic realm…

Yesterday, I played a game with my husband, had a healthy meal, and slept in relative safety…

The only ideal home that I now look towards is no longer here, but heavenward. I am going to store up my treasures there, cause the world keeps takin my stuff!

Here…

Have a cookie…

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