My own most perfect day can be on a brisk December morning, as the brand new sunlight strained weakly through storm goblet, my simple feet would touch the frigid hard wood floor for the second just before finding my own fluffy white-colored slippers. We would walk through a long, darker hallway-complete with creepy photos and a red Oriental hall rug-and a turning wooden set of stairs before reaching a black-and-white home. In the kitchen, I might prepare myself a delicious sizzling mug of tea and pop a lot of bread inside the toaster. Blackberry mobile phones preserves, of course , would be quickly retrieved from a state of the art refrigerator.
After enjoying a light early morning repast, I might turn on my personal large music. New age music would lilt softly throughout my residence. I would open the hefty, velvet curtains in every room, revealing white blind whispily within the old-fashioned home windows. I would chuck a load of laundry in a washing machine before taking a bathtub. The maid would be emerging in a few several hours to take care of her weekly chores.
While in the shower, I would personally smell the scent of pricy aromatherapy shampoos. Just as We stepped out from the hot water, a warm terry cloth robe cocktail would hug me lightly. Deciding to experience a second bag, I would welcome my sleepy husband by the imposing area bookshelf. We might kiss quickly as we given to another.
For about 1 hour, I would commune with my personal hot tea ( continue to donning my robe) although seated within a comfy seat in the front side parlor. Most likely I would read a story. Perhaps I would write in my diary or perhaps meditate and pet my own cat. Later, glancing at the antique cheap grandfather clock, I would walk with strength back to my bedroom. Presently there, I would brush my lengthy hair ahead of slipping to a pair of cozy black slacks and a bright green v-necked sweater. A gold watch and large baskeball hoop earrings would complete my personal casual attire. Finding my shoes, coating and the maid at the front door, I would smile at the appointed help as I stepped out into the crispy morning. My hubby would you should be...