i live in a home..a historic building with many stories to tell. and after many years residing there, i come to discover rooms i never knew existed. whole wings, even. and they're usually vast spaces...like a giant bathroom with nothing more than a claw foot tub and a glass ceiling that reveals an outdoor terrace above. and the warmth of the materials and hues in these rooms draws me in, almost as if i'm in a dream within a dream.
and when i awake, i find myself trying to drift off again so i can pick up where the last scene ended.
