I want framed canvases covered in henna designs to cover one wall. I want the opposite wall to be made up of windows that allow the sunrise and sunset to shine through.
I want overstuffed chairs in mismatched patterns of warm colors. I want wooden tables of various designs to dot my eclectic bakery.
I want bookshelves with used novels, autobiographies, and guides.
I want worn wooden floors and five oriental rugs in vibrant colors of blue and orange and yellow. One in each corner and one in the center.
I want a long wooden bar where I will serve homemade muffins, cookies, rolls, and bread. I want a bar that serves customized hot cocoas instead of alcohol.
I want baskets of flowers to hang from the rafters.
I want a chalkboard dedicated to daily quotes.
I want new and old customers. I want people who come in and ask for the usual.
I want my dream bakery.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read