This is where I live. Really. In my dreams. And a girl can dream, can't she? I wonder around in a mad reverie most of the time, getting lost a lot. Secret passageways, hidden rooms, it is really a wonderful place to spend time and while away the hours. Coop and Hen, my imaginary friends, spend lots of time with me, conversing and giggling. Sharing secrets that only special friends are privy to. I walk around naked alot here, because I can, because Coop and Hen don't really care and I don't scare myself to death. The windows are open constantly and there are always breezes wafting through, wonderful scents to stimulate my senses. My books and paint brushes are always within hands reach, ready to stretch my imagination, explore far away worlds and capture priceless moments. My camera as always is attached to me in some way, shape or form. I want to be able always to see what I have seen and remember the way it looked the second it locked in my memory.
I have lots of memories, lots of photos and not much time anymore.
But a girl can dream, can't she?