My House When I Am Rich And Famous

Today is about dreaming.

Day dreaming, if possible, because my dreams are usually disjointed blurs of colours and numbers and shapes.

Today, we are dreaming about houses.

My house would be on a hill, because I wouldn’t want it to flood, and it would be looking down into a valley. I wouldn’t like there to be any other houses near by, just my house on the hill. It would be large, but not huge, as that would be arrogant, and I don’t want that. Inside, it would be open plan. I’d trust my family enough that I wouldn’t mind about privacy ( I mean, all the bathrooms and bedrooms would be closed away,) and everything would take place in this large room. There’d be a big staircase in the center, going up to a gallery sort of structure around the edge, where said bathrooms and bedrooms would be. It would be comfortable, and warm and messy. One whole wall would be made of glass, over looking the valley, and the birds would fly past. The dog would amble around the garden, which would be more of a shrubbery, and everything would be good.

 Dreaming

I like dreaming