I want to own a secret cabin like this. Somewhere in the woods. Somewhere tucked away. I would put my book in the basket of my bike and ride away, far away, to my cabin. I’d put on a record and open the windows. The tulle would dance in the wind as the soft breeze blew. I would read my book to the sound of Norah Jones and birds chirping nearby. I would go for a walk in the woods and take my blanket with. I’d find a tree to lay under and watch the clouds. I’d watch them grow and change and turn into things. And when nightfall hit, I’d walk back to my cabin and lay in my bed. With the cool night air filling the cabin, snuggled up in my blankets, listening to music and hearing the crickets chirp as I drifted to sleep. The hour wouldn’t matter and neither would the day. I’d be my little hideaway. It’d be perfect.
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