My Tree House

I wish to build a tree house,
Some day,

With two large windows,
And a small door with a white curtain,
It would be accessible by climbing a rope with knots.
I would paint the insides of my treehouse in green and purple,
and leave the outside as it is – woody, raw, rustic.

I would place a big white telescope near one of the windows, which, I would buy from a sunday flee market.
I could gaze at the mysterious starry sky at nights for long hours,
with soft rock playing in the background.

I would hang pictures of my favourite cartoons, and stack all of my comic collection in a corner, alphabetically, next to a medium sized bean bag.
I would buy a soft and fluffy throw, perhaps a cheap one from primark, and leave it on the bean-bag.
It would come handy on dark rainy days.
How soothing would it feel, to wrap myself in this throw, sipping on a warm cup of tea, with raindrops falling on my wooden roof,
as I hear thunder and lightning outside.

It is going to be an awesome tree-house. It is going to be my tree house.
I know it’s a lot of work, but it is going to be worth it.
It’s going to happen soon.

Once the tree that I had planted last year grows tall.