Here I am with my faerie lights and my colourful things and my Harry Potter shelf. I'm reading a glorious fanfic about two of my favourite (fanon) characters--Millicent Bullstrode and Pomona Sprout--and everything is just jubbly.
When I finish this story I think I'll head downstairs to bring my little fake fireplace up here. It'll be odd next to my bed, but it's not by a long-shot the only odd thing in my room, and I'm a bit odd myself. I think it'll be just right. Then I get to sit on my rainbow bed with my soft little plushie and read a book with the flickering light of a fake fire producing real heat.
Perfect! Oh, but it's good to be home.
[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]