I yearn for a sanctuary I can claim as mine, A snug abode where solitude will intertwine. To unlock my own doors and embrace liberty, Unleash my playlist, music resounding free.

I crave a dwelling, uniquely mine alone, A cozy haven, where I can peacefully condone. To cook and bake, embracing culinary slips, Unjudged for my blunders, as independence grips. Pancakes and eggs, breakfast on my regal bed, A captivating book, igniting thoughts in my head. The aroma of coffee, a cherished morning hook, Relishing it all in my breakfast nook.

Within my sanctuary, a crystal chandelier gleams, Casting enchanting halos, as awe it redeems. Sipping cheap wine from an exquisite glass, Filling it to the brim on a tranquil Sunday, surpass....