In my own little corner,
In my own little chair,
I can be whatever I want to be.
On the wings of my fancy,
I can fly anywhere,
And the world will open its arms to me.
See that? Yes, up there. The little nook and the chair and the laptop and the peace and quiet. I want one of those and even though it's only a dream, I want one anyway.
In my little corner the dishes and the laundry are all done and put away. The house is clean. The dog is being entertained by someone else and I'm alone. Blissfully alone, to write, or to read, and to be undisturbed. The sun sifts in through the dormer window at just the right angle and it's neither too hot or too cool.
It's perfect.
