I want a little White House
With a duck egg blue door
Inside it smells lightly of fresh paint
And there's a little brown mat on the floor

The hallway is bright and echoey
Wellies stand proud in a line
Naked toes sink into soft carpet
As the door clicks neatly behind.

The kettle is already bubbling
Two dotty mugs wait to be filled
Strung above, gold fairy lights dim slowly
Lilac flowers sit on window sills

A fresh notebook lies open on a table
A clear glass of water catches the light
It sends out tiny shivering rainbows
Onto the paper which tempts me to write.

When night falls in my little warm house,
Candles flicker light on the walls
Soft chilled cotten caresses my legs
As into a dreamful sleep, I fall.