When it is cold and gray outside there is not greater pleasure in the world then to climb into the reading nook and take a long afternoon nap. The soft green walls match the thick fleece blanket. The pillows are deep and comfortable. A large window lines one edge, where the reader (or more likely the napper) can keep an eye on the weather, the changing seasons, or the sunset.
I just love my little reading nook.
When E and I moved into our place, we new instantly that we wanted the large window seat in the upstairs bedroom to become the reading nook. We covered the carpeted seat with blankets; we piled pillows into it, and hung a pretty little picture that spoke of such special places. We tried to read, we really did, but the reading nook took hold. Now, jokingly E and I call the reading nook the napping nook, because no actual reading ever gets done there.
Whenever I feel like the world has taken hold, or when I feel sad, or happy, or in love, or tired, I climb into the reading nook and life seems better. Last weekend was slow, which was wonderful because E and I are usually so busy. Both Saturday and Sunday I climbed into the reading nook and took a beautiful, long nap. Life couldn’t be better.
The reading nook yesterday, on a sunny winter afternoon.
the luckiness of this
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