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I want a small cottage, either by the sea or in a forest. Where I can either wake up to the crashing waves or to the early birds and wind in the trees. I wish for it, the cottage, to be painted dark green with white trim, with two stories so we can have a balcony to overlook our surroundings. We'll have wooden floors and acres of land filled with sunflowers, a vegetable and herb garden, and fruit of our liking. Perhaps we'll live in the country, right in between the sea and the forests, equal distances away. We could walk a path through the tall swaying trees and breathe in the damp forest floor - one of the best scents in the world. Our bare toes squished in the mud, with our brown footprints trailing through the empty quiet back-roads. Bird feeders and wind chimes will accompany us on the porch, as we rock in our rocking chairs drinking tea and eating homemade soup. We could have animals, and lots of them, roaming around our land without a care in the world. On rainy nights, we'd curl up by a small fireplace, reading stories to each other or watching old films in black and white. And on warm days, we would lay out a large blanket for picnics and naps under the shade of a tree towering over the heights of our rooftop. In it, you would find a treehouse, with a small lantern for story time under the stars, and piles of books underneath white christmas lights up all year round. In our home, we could have an art studio and a library; an open kitchen for entertaining guests and flowers in vases in every room. Our little family would play together and love each other and make memories in this home.

One day it'll come true, in this life or the next.