My secret hideout

I always dreamt of a secret hideout, an attic which I can comfortably curl up with a book on my lap. It would be in a secret nook and cranny, where I seek shelter and refuge from the obstacles I face. It would be my haven, my sanctuary, where I could lay bare all my problems. The walls would be painted yellow, and it would be a mix of a library and a health centre. As I get engrossed in the book I am reading, I know that I can be transported into an alternate reality, a fantasy world.

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