Sandy Supposes....

If Dreams Were Wishes

PROMPT May 29th

When I was little, I dreamed of living in a treehouse surrounded by a pool with a spiral staircase going up the middle of the trunk. In your second to last entry of the month, write about your dream home. Describe the rooms in your fantasy house and any unique characteristics. Be creative!

         

         

         

         

Whew, pant, pant...it's been far too humid recently. I hate to admit it, but I think I miss the winter temperatures. I'm envisioning my dream home to be an ice castle impervious to heat waves.

          Before this 'torture' I would've described my dream abode as a cedar, redwood and red brick edifice built on Vancouver Island. All of the generous windows would be placed to frame the spectacular view of majestic mountains and the Pacific Ocean. The upper deck that would follow the length of my home is constructed of cedar, black wrought iron and plexiglass panels so as not to impede my lofty view. Of course, I'd want an open concept interior, light and airy. Throw in cathedral ceilings for soaring space. May I have an elevator installed? Stairs and I do not see eye to eye. One wing , a magnificent glass statement, will house my indoor swimming pool. The kitchen will be a generous size with my first ever baking island. Both the deck and the master ensuite will feature hot tubs. Ah, bliss... Another wing will house my extensive and comfortable library complete with window nook seating. Sigh, the enormous master bedroom will be replete with walk-in closets and more than enough room to traverse the king-sized bed with ease. Hurray, no more shuffle, shuffle, side-step around my bed! But wait, I now desire an ice castle, so...

          I'd erect my ice palace in Quebec, Northern Quebec to be precise. I'd set it amongst an evergreen forest with a crystal clear lake in my front yard. The ice could not and would not ever melt. All the interior and exterior lighting would be ice chandeliers meant to refract all illumination and glimmer like millions of stars. To descend from the upper floor, I would swoop down a giant indoor slide. The flooring would glisten and should I grow weary of shuffling about, I could simply lace on a pair of skates and glide along. Little wee nooks and crannies would be carved into the walls to provide reading refuges. They'd be made alluring with blankets and pillows of rainbow hues. Several immense fireplaces would be built into the rooms and they'd glow with a welcoming warmth. With a few candelabras, imagine the flickering ambiance. Well, not now, but in the depths of a howling winter.

         Oh, I'd still want an indoor heated pool and a hot tub. Imagine the cozy steam.

         The thick ice walls would absorb sound and create a serene haven. My ice castle would be an oasis of calm.

         In the gourmet kitchen it would never dare to be too hot to bake. Unexpected visitors arrive? Cut new, fresh seating from blocks of ice.

         Another indisputable bonus to an ice house? Insects would avoid it. Hah, try to bite me there mosquitos and blackflies. In the here and now, these voracious buggers hover just outside the door and windows biding their time and knowing I cannot hide indoors forever. A miserably over-heated, itchy girl can dream, can't she?