I catch myself often staring into space. I notice sometimes a life-enhancing filter in front of my eyes that adjusts the way I see my home. Little shoe-maker elves tidy up in front of me, transforming the washing up into a stack of shiny dishes, conjuring up new furniture, framing and hanging imaginary pictures. My arms are usually full of a wriggling boy, so my mind improvises. The funny thing is that it looks just the same every time.
Here hang a collection of paintings of the sea and of ships and/or whales.
A row of dangling plants climb down this wall.
Here is a vegetable garden. Possibly with chickens.