I Want a Tree House
Doesn’t everybody want a Tree House at some point in their lives? I’m not talking about one of those fancy, I’m-in-a-tree-but-I-really-am-a-house type, I mean a platform that I have to navigate up to from a wiggly ladder.
It would be very high up, but not too high that I would get scared (or mistaken for a bird). It would be a place to hide (but you could find me if you really wanted to), and it would have a small roof to stop spiders and snakes from dropping on my head.
I would never mind if it rained, and when it snowed, it would be the best place ever. I might read, but mainly I would just sit in my tree, and watch everything go on around me. (I would feel like the only object standing still in a frantically shaken snow globe). I would feel very small.
I would like the platform to be big enough that I could lie down on my back and look at the sky. Which means I might need a pillow. The squishiest, biggest, brightest, flowery one I can find (in outdoor, vintage fabric, of course. Just because it’s practical, doesn’t mean it can’t be pretty). And a blanket. In case it gets cold.
Oh, and a pencil and a notepad would be nice. So that I can jot down things when I think of them, make a list of what to do next, and explain to myself why I haven’t done anything but sit in a tree all day…..
Tree house photograph from Gozetta Decor.
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