It’s light wide-plank oak floors. It’s cream walls and organic lighting. It’s airy, but cozy. Cream and white furs thrown over the backs of vintage leather arm chairs. There’s a linen slipcovered sofa, and a boucle coffee table against the backdrop of large windows that look out over Spearhead Lake. It takes my breath away. It’s dreamy. It’s a dream. (Fuck, this might be my dream.)
