As I start my writing day…

The sunlight peaks through lace curtains, bathing me in a warmth that eases the transition from dreams to reality. Already the scent of mountain grown coffee beckons from the kitchen, someone has kindly brewed me a pot to start my day. I pour a cup, add fresh cream, and take a moment to savor the rich aroma, let it awaken my senses before I take that first, luscious sip. Strolling out to my porch, I gaze at the lush garden and beauty of nature spilling around my lovely home. A sense of peace comes over me as I return to the kitchen to refill my cup. I am ready to begin.

My office is my sanctuary, a place where I am never disturbed, where I can commune with the muse at my discretion. Books cover the walls, ceiling to floor, papers are neatly filed away, my antique oak desk gleams in the natural light pouring in from the picture window it faces. A leather office chair, warmed by the sun, smelling of the leather jackets I imagine on some of my favorite fantasy men, waits for me to perch between its arms. As I sink into the familiar seat, molded perfectly to my form, I stretch and fill my lungs with the vanilla scent I favor for my office, soothing and sensual and perfect for setting the mood.

I open my computer, my fingers rest on the keys, and my mind opens to endless ideas that flow unhindered onto the page. I am lost in a world of my own creation, and there I will stay until my body cries for sustenance…

Now that would be awesome. If I'm ever really rich, that's how things are gonna be…then again, my kids will have to be grown up and I'll have to live alone…or with the kind of man that exist only in romance novels. For now, my desk in the corner of the living room will have to do. But it's nice to dream.