The Dream

Imagine living in a big treehouse enclosed by forest, where a constant calming quietness surrounds you. Just the sound of crickets and wolves howling in the distance and as you look out you find nothing but endless trees.

Anywhere you go in the house there is a touch of charm: from the many windows lined with twinkle lights, to the cabin-like feel of the wooden house itself. As the sun rises you roll over in your foam bed to look out to the watercolor painted pinks, oranges, and purples above the lake. You walk outside onto the deck and breathe in the crisp fresh mountain air and hear the many joyful birds singing, no, calling you to adventure. You follow their call to the canoe resting on the shore, paddle out to the middle of the lake and have your morning coffee while reading an inspiring book, taking in all the sights and sounds of your beautiful home.

Tomorrow you might want to get in your car and drive to the local coffee shop where everyone knows your name. All you have to do is walk in and breakfast is served exactly how you like it. For today, resting is on the agenda. But not before some playtime.

You jump into the lake with a huge splash that echoes into the empty forest. Swimming with the fish under you, greeting them as you go by, you laugh because the water is too cold for the morning, but hey, it worked better than the coffee.

You get back to shore. Soaking wet and content. Ready for the day to come.

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