One room filled with the classics, of course. Another dedicated to a wide range of non-fiction. The walls and ceiling of the bookway filled with historical works and some historical fiction. A room within a room for fiction. Then some poetry. An array of journals and subscriptions to shake things up.
A hand-carved antique table in a corner for the cappuccino machine. Some over-stuffed armchairs. Lots of pillows and cushions throughout. Wi-Fi, of course.
I’d probably never leave. So, maybe not? Dream a little dream instead.
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