I just really feel like living in a cozy, homely, tiny, friendly little village where everyone grew up with each other. I could leave my door open every day and we’d exchange all sorts of berries, bake raspberry muffins on weekdays and have barbecues on the weekends. I could ride my bike with a dainty basket into town and wave at everyone because I’ve known them for my entire life, shops would be in walking distance and there’d be a river where I had picnics every now and then. I would have english muffins every morning with honey and warm milk.There would be stone roads empty of cars and freckled with potted plants, and every store would look just like a postcard design. Come nighttime I could watch the night sky freckled with constellations because the town lights would be just dim enough to do so. I’d crawl back beneath my covers late at night where I’d dream of waking up to another aubade that dissolved in the spring air.