My Christmas Wishlist

Wish 1:
It was another one of those endless cold nights unnoticedly turning into mornings. She woke up early, forced herself to stand up and felt the cold tiles under her feet as she was slowly approaching the balcony door, trying to figure out how to let some fresh air in while not ruining the coat of invisible warmth from her bed.
She poured herself some leftover coffee in the kitchen, but spat it right out in a not-very-ladylike manner. If only I had some fresh one, she thought and put the mug back on the table, not noticing the coffee's color changing from muddy brown-grey to a shade of tasty brown and its smell becoming more and more appealing.

Her attention was now caught by something else. She heard strange scratching and pecking noises and immediately thought of another one of those stupid pigeons missing their direction and flying directly into people's attics, unable to get back out onto the streets.

The noise wasn't coming from above - something on the balcony was obviously caught there. Maybe even hurt. She approached the half-open balcony door and found an old owl with eyebrows as charismatic as an old scholar. Before she could remember which family member the owl reminded her of, a piece of paper - a card - began unfolding itself.

And as she looked up, still standing on the ice-cold balcony while not believing that this is happening, she saw a car hovering in the air, driven by a red-haired, scared-looking driver. She stepped back into her room and witnessed her clothes, books and other belongings packing themselves into a now apparently bottomless suitcase. She waited for the packing to finish, drinking the fresh warm coffee while watching the driver of the flying car trying to get a good parking spot on the closest roof.

Wish 2:
"News media around the world report almost daily about the consequences of an unusual international consensus that happened already a few weeks ago. Never before were all governments of all countries of the world able to come to such a quick agreement. Confirmed with the final handshakes only three weeks ago - and already in the process of worldwide practical implementation. The three-day-weekend has been agreed upon and society is changing.

Additionally, several countries are experimenting with the six-hour workday... Oh... Dear ladies and gentlemen, dear viewers of Channel 8.2... I have just received breaking news: The small group of politicians fighting for the standard eight-hour workday and unsuccessfully petitioning against the three-day weekend announced their resignation. The most important information of the... 

Oh... Well, my colleague will tell you in a few moments. I am Alice McInformative and my six hours are over. Have a lovely threekend!"

Wish 3:
Good morning, world! It's so nice to wake up early, look at the world still more silent than vibrant and take a deep breath of fresh air. As every morning, I am drinking a nice warm cup of black coffee (I have become a real coffee-lover since I discovered the first black coffee on the planet that I like!) while moving around all the rooms. The light today would be ideal for getting the sewing machine out into my garden (I have to be really careful while moving it nearby my flowerbed of roses) and finishing that dress. It was so hot on that day I did the hand-printing of the fabrics, but man, I really enjoyed relaxing in my hammock afterwards!

Anyway, I will have to do some cleaning in the library(-room) today. I simply can't put back all those books back into place once I start or finish reading them. But let's leave that for the evening.
In the meantime, I am going to pick some apples from my garden and bake a nice apple-pie. I guess that as soon as I set my foot outside the door, my three dogs will start jumping happily around me. Fine - I won't say no to some playtime!

Days go by so fast, but still so slowly.

Every night, I like falling into my big bed. Some nights, my typewriter looks especially tempting and I simply HAVE TO leave Vilma (my massive wooden bed). Inspiration is leading me towards new pages of my new book.

Luckily, I don't need to wake up early tomorrow - my friends are coming to our regular garden session only in the afternoon. Who knows who will stay for the whole weekend but I like that my guestroom is being used so often.

After I finish writing, I lay down in my bed and before I fall asleep, I often remember all the small and bigger coincidences that led me to being here. In my own house.

I think it all started the day I met Ron.