Leah lives in a cottage, quite a quaint one. She owns a small plot of land behind it where she keeps a deep chestnut horse. The walls of her property are pasty white with climbing plants and vines scaling the surface of the stone. 4 small windows adorn the front of the house, and a green painted door with a golden doorknob leads you inside.
The interior is homely but not cluttered, its colour scheme isn't organised but works the way it's should. Small brass ornaments are scattered on the window sills. Leah's favourite is a large brass fox which she found when she moved in, the movement in its tail makes it look as though it's alive. She likes to think it is.
Her bedroom has a balcony that overlooks her garden and pond. Her horse is off grazing in the distance. Carp and goldfish splash about under the bridge which covers the expanse of Leah's own tiny water world. The patchwork quilt that covers her double bed is green and yellow, as if to match the door.
She doesn't get many visitors, but when she does she invites them in for tea. And a the warm smell of scones and the whistle of the kettle spill out onto the country road outside. People who pass by know who lives there, and they know they are always welcome.
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The person I wish I could be.
FantasyThis is the person I want to be. Her whole life panned out. I don't expect anyone to read this, but if you do, thank you.
