I would add on a little porch with a swing, and I would be in heaven. I could have tea parties on the porch and sit and dream or scream, create or deflate. I could write or not and simply be me.
ABSOLUTE heaven on earth. OKAY. Now I know I am dreaming... fat chance of this ever becoming a reality.
At my age, I am afraid that treehouses in the forest are stuck inside the fairytale books I read as a child. Sweet, sweet prince, where art thou, oh prince??? THIS IS ALL A PART OF BEING FEMALE. AT LEAST FOR ME, IT IS. selahV