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A Space of My Own
The air is warm and heavy with the smell of sweet, scented candles. There is a rough, thick rug under your feet, and you can hear the gentle drip of rain on the roof. Soft, classical music is playing. Beyond the music, very faint, is the crackle of a lively fire. The only other sound is the purr of a contented cat, nearly asleep on the bed. As you gaze around the room, you see warm, bright colors on the floral bedspread. Orange, yellow, pink and blue dominate the room. The two windowsills, the wood nightstand, and the dresser are dotted with knickknacks and small plants. In the hands of…