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well, as mentioned, on a perfect day i'd wake up very late (ok, ok, not so late... 11:30 would do) and very undisturbed, by either alarm clocks or roses

(just as it happens, my favourite flowers are cala lilies, preferably white). turning on music, a refreshing shower, a 'breakfast' including dutch cheese

and apple juice.
zooming in on the setting... we're somewhere north, a lodge fit snuggly in a woody mountain region (silver fir trees, acorns, birches and oaks if you ask me), but close enough to a rocky sea shore. also, close enough to a busy but clean and rather large city but far enough to offer loads of peace and quiet. (i want it all, i want it all, i want it all... and i want it now!

)
after feeding my great dane (

), i'd sit down with a hot chocolate (music's still on) and get some work done... yeah, i know it's queer, but i've spent loads of time with this answering window open, thinking about it. i'd get bored to death not working
anything. however, this being my perfect day, that would mean i'd have enough money not to need to earn them and a clean lodge not needing vacuuming, washing up, etc.

and i could actually do stuff i like. it could be webdesign, volunteer project coordination or more 'artsy' stuff, like designing posters or writing articles, all from the comfort of my home, in an aery room, with neatly stacked files and folders and the desk in front of a huge window facing the snow covered woods.
later on, i'd either meet up with people dear to me in some cosy place for lunch, or have a collective cooking session. we'd have a good time strolling either down to the rocky beach, or up the wooded, snowy mountain slopes, fooling around and laughing, making snow angels, taking pics, throwing sticks for the dog, making a snowman...
next stop would be our city's amusement park / fun fair, trying out the rides, going to the ponies, playing darts for teddies and eating... i think it's called cotton candy (vata pe bat for the romanian speaking people here).
up next.... open-air concert. full stop. no details needed
after screaming (errrrrrrm... singing) our lungs out, back to the lodge for some hot chocolate to soothe our throats. a nice fire burning in the fireplace, warm but not too strong a light, the great dane curled up before it, us sitting around on the floor on thick cushions, or cuddled in comfy sofas, music playingin the background. playing cards, or some sort of games, providing us with a pretext for talks about god and the world (well, not really, but nearly) until rather late in the night. and then, just before sleep (after checking that my dreamcatcher is ok

), a couple of chapters out of my favourite book to add the finishing touches to the dreams to come, as i'd fall asleep all cuddled up snuggly.
nighty, everyone