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The Cottage

The living room is smallish with a large over stuffed couch dominating the room.  The couch faces a large picture window where I can gaze upon the beauty outside.  There is a window seat on that picture window, wide and deep, perfect for an afternoon of reading or contemplation.

The view from this window is of a wooded place.  There are numerous trees of different varieties.  The sunlight dapples the earth as it shines down through the trees.  In the distance, just barely in view, is a small lake.  I can see a small square of blue from here.

There is a fireplace with a huge elaborate rug in front of it.  I can envision lying there, cozily napping or making love.   One wall houses a large bookshelf lined with hundreds of books just waiting to be explored; their colorful spines making me instantly curious.

I kick my shoes off as I look down at the floor.  The floors are carpeted with a soft caramel colored rug that is deep and plush.  I sink down into this like sand and I can feel the softness between my toes.

The walls are painted a soft beige color with white trim.  The paintings on the walls are done in soft, muted colors.  Close at hand are large, cushiony pillows or blankets in which envelope myself.

Everything is designed to be soft, cozy, intimate and peaceful.

The kitchen is small but functional.  There is a breakfast nook.  This is a cozy place to enjoy my morning coffee.

As you enter the bedroom, the first thing you see is a large 4 poster bed.   It’s made of dark cherry wood.   The bed is made up with soft feather down blankets and light as air pillows.  There are sheer white lace curtains on the windows.  The window is open and there is a soft breeze that brings in the sweet scent of pine and wild flowers.

The bathroom has a large, deep claw-foot bath tub.  With privacy not an issue, there is a large window where I can gaze out into the forest and watch the birds or the deer as I bathe.

There is a winding path that takes me to the lake.  In the surrounding woods, I can see white-tailed deer, quail and various song birds.

At the lake there is a large swing under a beautiful maple tree in which to sit and watch the ducks swim and the fish jump in the lake.

Walking back up the trail I can see the front of the cottage.  There are flower beds that line the front of the building.  The flowers are colorful and fragrant.  Just off to one side is a picnic table with an umbrella and a BBQ grill.

I come here when I need to escape the day to day grind.  When life gets to be too much.  I’m very fortunate that the trip to get here is not a long one.  All I have to do to get here is close my eyes.

** This was written in response to the writing prompt “Ideal Place”.  


Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing, Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. You can find more of her writings on her blog at and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

8 thoughts on “The Cottage

  1. As I was reading this, many thoughts went through my mind. I wish I had a bathroom like that, It would be so nice to have a big four poster bed. I really should plant more flowers. When I came to the end of your post, I was ashamed of myself. I might have all of those things, but I have the rest. We have a cottage with a screen porch that looks out over the water not 20 feet away. The birds and animals are numerous and there’s a hammock under ancient cedars.

    I am really disappointed in myself because I have a slice of paradise and I found I was wanting more as I continued to read. Thank you so much for making me appreciate “camp” more than I did before I started reading. This was a good lesson for me. ❤️💕❤️💕❤️


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