Imagine you are standing on a wrap around porch. You look around at the scenery around you. It is beautiful woodland, with a little creek running by; there are two dogs sitting in the tall grass next to a patch of wild strawberries. There is one Flat coat, and one Husky. Their names are sequoia and Spruce. At first glance the area looks completely secluded, but you know that there is a big busy city just seven minutes away. You turn to look at the house. It is a large, spacious two story building. It is like a cottage from a faerie tale….only much, much bigger. One side of the house has a gigantic glass wall on the second floor, facing the river. The house has four very large bedrooms, each with their own bathroom. The kitchen has light colored wood and brightly painted appliances. There is a nice, cozy breakfast nook. There is a nice, warm living room with a fireplace. It is filled with little antiques from around the world, and it smells like Chinese incense. You follow the carpeted hallway to a small sitting room, where you can tell the family usually eats, as there are bowls of Penne Alfredo being set by the oldest child, Sprinx. Her younger sister, Twiggy, is reading in the Great room – the center of the house, where there is a strong sent of book leather and Raspberry tea. There is a small glass sliding door that leads to a little inner garden, where you can just sit, relax, and listen to the sound of the solar-powered water fountain. Upstairs, the first thing you see is a large landing area, where the soft couches and wooden corner tables are just calling you to sit in them. The wood filled guest bedroom is right off the landing.

There is a hallway leading to the girls’ bedrooms: Sprinx’ has a room filled with tribal masks, pictures of animals, and includes a four-poster bed with red drapes. Twiggy’s room is a wild mixture of different colors. There are beautiful murals of faeries and witches on her walls. Her bunk bed, which only had a top bunk, was messy and had cat hair all over it. Back at the landing, you see a small, wall-less walkway that stretches over the great room. There are wooden paneled railings that come to your midriff. At the end of the walkway, the carpet goes in two directions: One goes to the master bedroom, which is a jumbled mix of things from all around the world. The other leads to a small, closed wooden door with odd engravings on it. You open it and go up a flight of old stairs, and come out into a loft that takes up the entire top of the house. Only one person comes up here, to this little cozy nook where time has no meaning: the woman of the family. She is on a little bean bag window seat, with a laptop. She is doing her job. She is a scientist, and has done many amazing things, including finding a cure for pancreatic cancer, and finding a way to clean the air and get electricity during the process. She has made a difference in the world. She could have anything she wants. And she does. She has a close relationship with her children, and manages to do the things she loves aside from science, such as photography. She is extremely happy.