3 Am

A cozy cottage nestled in the heart of a verdant forest, an old chimney on the rooftop, puffing smoke into the air. The creaky hinged wooden door beckons you inside, and a flickering lantern on the front steps guides your way. Vines climb the sidewalls, and a waist-height fence surrounds the yard, where patches of land are devoted to growing plants of all kinds. Inside, the rustic furniture is arranged with care, a countertop gleaming in the sunlight that streams through the windows. An old kettle on the stove whistles merrily, as a couch faces the hearth, where a fire crackles and pops. A spot filled with my favorite books invites me to curl up and read, while a side window offers to sit and a glimpse of the forest beyond. Clear views of the outside and eerie silence reign, and a hanging blue dream catcher sways in the gentle breeze. Yellow fairy lights twinkle on the shelf, and burning candles cast a warm glow, while a corner table holds an ink pot and vintage papers for heartfelt letters. All around, shiny mornings and star-filled nights await, and I run barefoot on the dewy grass, my dress brushing every dewdrop. A flower crown adorns my head, and bunnies and deers and squirrels by my side, as we watch sunsets and sunrises. Oh look, the sky is smiling and blushing; as if it's in love, changing hue from orange to pink. And when the sky cries, tears falling on me, I sit and help the earth to collect them, as we share in it's emotions. The nearby river sings a lullaby, and I drift off to sleep.