My mind cottage

I built a house within my mind a quaint little cottage just for me way up on a tall hill surrounded by tall forests covered in ivy and moonflowers the land cast in perpetual dusk

inside is a little entryway big enough just for me a little bench to sit and place my boots two hooks for my fall and winter coat

to the right an open kitchen with a little counter, stove, and sink herbs and pots hang from a trellis a table for one in a window nook

the other half of my little house is a library full of books with eclectic seating everywhere for when I wish to lie, or sit, or swing

upstairs there's a giant bed full of plush pillows and quilts and a night stand with a lamp shaped like a bluebell

a big wardrobe made of oak with a million kinds of flowers both painted and carved full of sundresses and patchwork pants

an open air shower in one corner a porcelain tub with a window sweet smelling potions in beautiful bottles make the sunlight dance with colors

glass doors lead to a balcony with a long chair to lounge in the sun and an easel to paint each new sunrise

down in the basement a root cellar where garden vegetables keep cold

further down are the files full of folders from the past

sometimes I go down there to clean house or add more to the stacks

the mountain where my cottage sits keeps people far away but sometimes different versions of myself find their way to my front door

sometimes she's little and happy and we play all day picking posies sometimes she's little and sad and I hold her safe inside while it rains

at times it can be trying being a big sister to myself but when she skips home happy I know I've done enough