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PROMPT May 29th When I was little, I dreamed of living in a treehouse surrounded by a pool with a spiral staircase going up the middle of the trunk. *Tree* In your second to last entry of the month, write about your dream home. Describe the rooms in your fantasy house and any unique characteristics. Be creative! Collin stirred his morning tea. One cube of sugar and a dollop of cream. He actually liked brown sugar the best but he had only white cubes in the pantry. He'd have to steal some brown cubes from the family down the street. They certainly had quite a few pantry items Collin could use. He also liked the cream from the family at the other end of the street but sadly they were on vacation and someone else was taking care of their cow. So Collin was stuck with the lumpy old cream from his fridge that smelled a little sour and was a terrifying color. But Collin stirred anyway. He turned from his table and stretched out as far as he could. He rested his feet on a stool and his tea cup on his belly. His beady little eyes squinted as he surveyed his cottage. The one main room was by most standards small. But there a fire crackling in the fireplace with a big overstuffed chair nearby. Well, the chair wasn't really overstuffed. It was lumpy but Collin preferred to think of those lumps as stuffing. And the lumps were pretty big. The floors were dusty and scuffed but at least they were wood. Real wood. Collin never settled for imitation floors. He noticed some spiders and dust bunnies and a few dead bugs. A broom would certainly do the floor some good, but Collin being Collin, decided he'd tend to floors another day. He gave a sniff and took a glug of his sour lumpy tea. Then his beady little eyes traveled to the big empty space in the middle of the room. No rug, no lamp, no coffee table, no couch. Just one empty space. But Collin had a plan for that big empty space. He needed a couch to fill it all up. And Collin, in fact, had procured such a couch. It was, at this moment, sitting out in his front yard. He'd found it one day on the side of the road. It was dirty and moldy and there were stains on the cushions. It smelled dusty and sour and...well, something Collin couldn't quite identify. But it was perfect! It would fit in his cottage! And Collin had dragged the thing home. Just like a dragon he'd huffed and he'd puffed and finally collapsed on the rocks just past his gate. And there the couch stayed. But Collin being Collin had a plan for that tool. But he'd get to that another day. Collin finished his tea and took one last look around. He didn't think his cottage was so bad. He had everything necessary for a life where he lived. A bedroom, small as it was, had a closet and a bed and little night table. A kitchen with a stove and a fridge. A cup and a plate and a fork and a spoon. A gate with a garden and a canopy of trees. None of it grand, and all of it small. But it was his and he called the place home. Yes, Collin was happy at home. |
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