If I lived in the Castle, I’d start my day with my Bible and a cup of hot tea in this little cubby.
Then I’d join the children for breakfast at our own special table,
where we could look through this arch
into the ballroom and the fire started on chilly mornings.
After schooling, I’d grab a novel and a mug of hot cider and read on this porch
while they traversed the land,
discovering all sorts of special spaces made just for curious children.
Maybe I’d grab my journal and settle into this seat,
and look up into this.
Maybe I’d invite a friend for tea and chatting here,
and we’d spend our quiet time taking in this view.
On rainy days, I’d encourage the children to explore the wood-lined room under the stairs
while I ran my hands over the smooth wood of the parlor.
If I lived in the Castle, life would be magical for us all.