The Dream House

It was large, two-stories big, but it looked it could be three-stories. Red and white brickwork served as the foundation of the walls. It almost looked like it could serve as Santa Claus’ summer home. The backyard; ample, wide-open space with luscious green grass. I could probably have a big barbeque, perhaps fit a pool in the center if I wanted to do so.

I looked at the inside, eyes round—all of the space I could want for a home. A large television to go on the wall over the fireplace, a lovely glass table in the center of the room with a large, plush brown sofa couch behind it. I turned my attention to the empty spice rack on the kitchen counter filled with all of my favorite seasons

I smiled at the luscious recliners, pool table, and gumball machine going down to the basement. Even more, the mini rested nicely next to the waffle maker on the counter.

Everything in this house was perfect.