I live in a cottage that we built.
The only problem is that it is only built in my imagination.
I have decorated it.
I have enjoyed the view.
(It is on a little lake)
I have entertained.
The boys have had their friends out to enjoy.
I have even gone way into the future
and had my grandkids for a summer stay.
I have often gone there for a
peaceful reprieve from the stress of life.
My friend, Debbie, laughs at me,
because she knows that this is,
in a very weird way,
so real to me.