My hideaway
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Outside my home is a little cove tucked into the structure of the house. When I need a place to get away and just relax, I go to this cove, sit in my favorite wicker rocking chair, and just take in the beauty around me.
From my seat, there is a double door with pane windows behind me, a door that is never used. To both my right and left side are more windows, which reflect the light coming in through the trees. The door that leads into the house is on my left side. All around me is wicker furniture, enough to accommodate a party of ten. For now the cat is the only one occupying one of the chairs, taking a nap.
Out beyond the concrete slab of the cove is lush green grass, which appears to cascade into the creek below. Through the light I can see swarms of little bugs hovering over the lawn, and dragonflies swooping down to enjoy the feast. Majestic oak trees tower over all the lawn bringing shade, and a place for the squirrels to frolic...