The Dream on the Enchanting Lagoon
In a field surrounded by wildflowers and butterflies, is a charming, picturesque cottage that is big enough for two. Old stone bricks make up the structure, with vibrant vines caressing its exterior. Smoke is always gently flowing from the chimney and a soft glow of golden light shines through the windows at night, while the crickets sing and the bullfrogs chirp in a nearby creek. Inside, a warm fire is crackling within the fireplace and the smell of cinnamon wafts through the intimate space as the kettle begins its loud whistle. A round, distressed, white, table with matching chairs occupies most of the space, with knitted, turquoise placemats in front of the chairs; a yellow, porcelain vase holds fresh flowers from the garden in the back yard. Beside the fire is a worn, but entirely too comfortable, wing chair, with a stack of books resting on the side table to its left. Beautiful paintings of meadows and willow trees decorate the walls. Up the wooded stairs is a...Wait. I’m describing Miss Honey’s cottage from Matilda, aren’t I? Sorry! Let me start again.