Some would call my dream life childish, filled with things that appeal to someone much younger than myself. Blame that on my mental age, as at times I'm a preteen child stuck in a young mans body.
My dream life is one where I'm surrounded by those i love and those who love me. One where I own enough kittens to make a small army, because six isn't near enough. I want a tree house, built high into the sky where you can look out and see the world in a different way.
My dream life is the time where I no longer fear the face in the mirror, but embrace it. My dream live is a kitchen that is every cooks dream, one who has supplies and tools plentiful to bake and cook forever.
My dream life is a world full of sensory things, colors to attract my attention, textured walls. Music would play all the time.
My dream life is more like a fairy tale really, nothing fancy, just silly wishes to be surrounded by those I love, and the things that make me feel safe so that maybe I wouldn't feel alone
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