I dream of a Spanish style cottage by the sea. The windows are always open, sheer curtains fluttering, letting in the fresh smell of the ocean. The floors are tile, cold and smooth beneath my bare feet. Soft lights, candles, music. There will always be music in my house. Music for cooking, music for daydreaming, music for making love, music for dancing in the moonlight. Every sunrise holds the possibility of a perfect day. Every sunset promises soft kisses, gentle touches, and bodies entwined.
Content.
Secure.
Happy.
Not the place where you live
but the place where you belong.
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