A Perfect Sonnet

i fantasize a lot about my ideal house. i am still young, only 19, so i know it will be quite some time before i can afford a place of my own with the features i hope for. in my fantasies i am living with the man of my dreams, someone i have in the present time already met and plan on never leaving. we live in beautiful california, and i enjoy the warm weather in comparison to the chicago chill i am used to. our house is beautiful - two stories, four bedrooms, an elaborate spiral staircase. one of the most important things to me is windows, lots of windows so our mornings are filled with happiness and gratitude and inspiration to be motivated and productive. the windows will shine light into the kitchen - marble counter tops, a little island in the middle with tall stools lining an edge of the border. the living room will not only be a room with a big, comfortable couch perfect for unwinding in the evening, but it will also be a place where we can display what’s important to us. Shelves will be decorated with books, lots and lots of books, as well as cds, dvds, records, and trinkets we’ve picked up from our travels around the world. it will be a place where we can lounge on the couch, his arm around my waist and my head on his shoulder, and we will look at what’s around us and be reminded of memories of when we were younger and what makes us happy.

(Source: obliteratedheart, via sweethomestyle)