Your home is quiet, the only thing you’re able to hear is the consistent pitter patter of rain against your roof mixing into the crackling of your fireplace.
You look around your living room, there is a quilt neatly folded on the couch that your grandmother gave to you when you first moved into the your little cabin home.
Decorative throw pillows, most of which you’ve stitched yourself, are placed carefully on the couch as well as on the old rocking chair that you refuse to throw away,
despite it never being sat in. Even your bean bag chair has a little pillow on it which you personally crocheted the phrase “Welcome Home” into.
The atmosphere is warm, the main source of light coming from the wooden fireplace your brother helped you set up to give your home a more rustic feel.
There are also several candles placed on top of the fireplace. A green taper candle, pine scented.
Three tea light candles, one red, one white, and the other black, all placed in the centre of the mantle.
On the other end is a brown, nutmeg scented, candle your best friend hand made for you for your last year’s birthday present. The scents complement the smoky smell of the wood burning.
You go to pick up your tea, it was scalding before, but now it is the perfect temperature.
You wrap your hands around the warm mug and take sips gingerly, closing your eyes while you do so without even realizing it.
You put down your mug of tea, nearly forgetting you were in the middle of reading your favourite novel.
The book had seen better days, the spine was cracked and several pages had been folded down to mark one’s place.
None of the folds had been done by you, since you always opted for a bookmark,
however over the years you had lent the novel so many friends that these folds now marked their journey in reading the novel. You couldn’t bear to unmark their milestones.
Funny how this novel, the centre point of your happiness throughout years of hardship, could now be so easily forgotten while it was sitting right on your lap.
It was almost as if your life now, was better than any fictional tale you could ever read about. You smile at the thought.