I want to live in the middle of a lake. My little wooden house perched on a grassy dollop the river was never able to swallow. Id swim to the each each morning snd back at night. At 12 noon the sun would be directly above me, the windows reflecting onto the water in a kaleidoscope of colours. I'd sit on my roof and write stories and feel the wind push my hair away from my face, brushing my shoulders making it flutter like a red cape as i close my eyes and smile because i can feel a chill push the hairs on my body up.
