My most perfect twenty-four hours would be on a alert December forenoon. as the new sunshine filtered weakly through storm glass. my au naturel pess would touch the cold difficult wood floor for a 2nd before happening my downy white slippers. I would walk through a long. dark hallway-complete with creepy exposure and a ruddy Oriental hall rug-and a weaving wooden stairway before making a black-and-white kitchen. In the kitchen. I would fix myself a delightful hot mug of tea and start some staff of life in the wassailer. Blackberry preserves. of class. would be rapidly retrieved from a state-of-the-art icebox.
After basking a light forenoon meal. I would turn on my big stereo. New age music would lilt quietly throughout my place. I would open the heavy. velvet drapes in each room. exposing white curtain whispily covering the antique Windowss. I would flip a burden of wash in a washing machine before taking a shower. The amah would be geting in a few hours to take attention of her hebdomadal jobs.
While in the shower. I would smell the aroma of expensive aromatherapy shampoos. Just as I stepped out of the hot H2O. a warm Terry fabric robe would embrace me gently. Deciding to hold a 2nd cup of tea. I would recognize my sleepy hubby by the enforcing hall bookshelf. We would snog rapidly as we passed on another.
For about an hr. I would commune with my hot tea ( still wearing my robe ) while seated in a comfy chair in the forepart parlour. Possibly I would read a novel. Possibly I would compose in my diary or merely meditate and pet my cat. Later. peeking at the old-timer gramps clock. I would walk with energy back to my sleeping room. There. I would brush my long hair before stealing into a brace of comfy black slacks and a bright green v-necked jumper. A gold ticker and big hoop earrings would finish my insouciant ensemble. Finding my places. coat and the amah at the front door. I would smile at the hired aid as I stepped out into the chip forenoon. My hubby would merely be go forthing for work. I would chew the fat with him briefly and we would embrace before acquiring into our several vehicles.
I would be away to run errands. make a small shopping. take a tiffin with a friend and dad into a museum in my lovely. upper-middle category. little New England town.
Returning to my gorgeous. pastel gingerbread Victorian place. I would walk into a quietly cinnamon-apple scented forepart hall. Smiling to myself. I would steal off my coat and places. cognizing that the amah had done her hebdomadal occupation good. Now I could acquire some work done!
My socked pess would take me to a little but pleasant office on the first floor. I would do phone calls and compose engrossing ( sometimes humorous ) prose for hours. I would hesitate merely to relflect softly on the secret plan or to state a supplication of thanks to God and my agent.
As flushing falls upon this sleepy crossroads. my beloved hubby would return from work. He would loosen up for a spot as I finished up the last of my authorship. Then we would illume a fire in our hearth and caput out for dinner at our favourite. elegant eating house. Tomorrow I would cook a delightful repast. but tonight we would hold crab legs. I love crab legs. but confess that I do non care to fix them myself. We would laugh and speak over all right nutrient and vino. The ambiance would merely function to heighten our culinary experience.
Upon completing our repast. my darling and I would return to our love nest to watch a film or play a board game over a few more drinks. Over a concluding glass of vino. I would play a few melodies on our babe expansive piano as the fire danced near by.
My hubby and I would retire to our warm. beautiful sleeping room. We would do love before falling into a blissful. peaceable slumber in the four-post mahogany bed. respendant with a pillow mattress. And we would populate merrily of all time after.
