I’ve been dreaming pretty vividly lately.
I remember in the morning, which is something that almost never happens when I have my sleeping wonderland adventures. This time, it was pretty normal though. There were two lofts that my family was choosing between, one at the top of a hotel and the other was on the 5th story of some beach town.
(There was a little part where I had to sneak into someone’s mansion and kill the spider lady for the house though. Low-key terrified of spider/bug people.)
It was odd because I know nothing about architecture or interior design but the houses in my dream were uber cool. There were floor to ceiling windows in common, familial areas and lots of natural light. Modern leather furniture formed a square around a white stone fireplace. Steps going down into the dining room and high chairs and tables in the kitchen. Sliding wooden doors blocked off each section of the house and my room had a large queen bed and a small breakfast brunch table on the side, facing a huge window.
There wasn’t much in my room, no television or anything.
But I could look out the window and see the beach waves beneath me while I drank coffee and read my book, with Choo at my feet.
I would love to live in a loft somewhere. Preferably, in a city that wasn’t too far a drive from a beach.