The Perfect Place For This Dreamer...

It would be located in the woods, squeezed in between towering trees, with beautiful, green canopies. The sun would pour in through the leaves, leaving dots of golden light on the ground. You'd hear the steady trickle of a brooke or the roar of a river, not too far away.

The ground would always be soft and moist from the well-timed rain. And plants would flourish around the walls of my house, a quite cottage or log house. Rocking chairs would saw in the soft breeze that blows through the woods, as if someone rocked back and forth in them, enjoying the soft breeze. 

There would be a producing garden, with swelling tomatoes, nice, long squash, sweet cucumbers, huge heads of lettuce and potatoes, waiting to be found. There would be a small, stone wall that surround the house and garden, with a wooden gate built into it. 

A beautiful Irish Wolfhound would be bounding through the yard, dodging ever every plant, fruit and vegetable, knowing a sharp voice would cry out if it dared trample a single plant. A lean, black cat would be stretched out on the wall, bright yellow eyes catching the rays of sunlight, cutting their way through the leaves. A horse will wander through the yard, on it's way back to it's stable, standing behind the the house. 

A chimney will have a string of smoke, circling up out of it's belly. A fire will be going, flicking it's orange tongue at anyone who dares to near it. A pot of water will bubble over top of it, preparing to let out a long, high whistle. 

I will be sitting there, curled up in a big lounge chair. Smile on my face, notebook in hand, a cat in my lap and a dog at my feet. 

If I could have this dream, my dreams would only grow bigger, because they have room to roam and run free. In these walls, they're trapped, by all they can see. 

Grey