Dream Big

When I dream, it is always big. When I feel particularly rotten, bogged down by the noise upstairs, both physically speaking of my neighbour and mentally speaking of my state of mind, I always, always turn to a daydream of my ideal life. I'm in my dream home that I helped design, it's warm and cosy and inviting. It's bitter cold out, with a thick layer of snow blanketing the property and sticking to the limbs of the trees. I'm bundled under comfy blankets on a plush sofa, drinking vegan hot cocoa from my Fishs Eddy mug while me and Pedro Pascal (ha! I told you I dream big!) or someone similarly kind, warm, and goofy, snuggle together and watch The Black Mirror double episode of The Rockford Files.