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My little white house stands between a forest and a cliff. It is not too high, not too low, but perfect to gaze upon the blue sky, over the ocean which reflects the stars. They look like diamonds at dusk. It is so picturesque, when I look out my small modern window. This house I dream of, is made of bricks – hard and strong – and then painted with white, decorative images that pop out of my mind and onto my white wall.

The inside of my house has a corridor that’s like a tunnel – so you don’t know what will be on the other side. But only I know. And so will you. The living room is decorated with nature’s colours: blue and green, with dazzles of red and yellow. A photo of me and my family hangs in the middle of the wall, letting me know I’m not alone.

The kitchen is in the far right corner of the corridor entrance. Pots and pans are either attached to the ceilings' hooks or on the top shelves. The refrigerator and stove are next to each, but a little far apart. Typical. The messiest and dirtiest part of my modern kitchen would definitely, without doubt, have to be the sink. Bundles of untouched dishes drown beneath the non-transparent water. And to top it off, a bowlel full of different types to fruits, sit on top of my kitchen table. It may seem plain and weird, but this is very much to my liking.

Enter my trendy living room. This room is found if you turn to your left, if you stand at the corridor entrance. You will find a cosy and comfortable couch that will let your imagination go loose and you'll feel the relaxation go down your spine. Instead of a cool, life-styled 16:9 aspect flat screen television, you will find colossal radio and speakers, which will play the grooviest and funkiest songs of the 20th century, with a snap of my fingers.

Next off is my spectacular bedroom. You’ll need to go on the elevator – tight and plain, but once you hear that ‘ding’, the elevator door will open for you to enter my sanctuary. My bed lies right in front of the elevator, where I could leap into the air and fall in. To its left is a desk, stacked with papers and pencils, full of my ideas about stories of dragons, thorns and heroes (with hearts true and pure as a unicorn’s). I like this room because not only can I think and sleep, but I can walk around freely and feel special. There’s also a special, wooden door that leads to my balcony. This is where I can stand and raise my hands and feel a cool breeze passing through me. Here I can stand and let my mind wonder off as the morning sun rises, to watch tomorrow come by.