Right this very moment all I want is Christmas (tree lights, decorations with all the trimmings) , a vase full of deep purple thistles accompanied with blueish round eucalyptus bunches, a pot of white vanilla tea, a book to shove my face in and a pile of the softest pillows man has ever created.

Yes I know I'm asking for too much. But it doesn't seem much actually.

Minimally, I guess I'd settle for the book and a quiet cozy couched cafe.