It's Elf Palace, And All's Well.

Oh my goodness I love my new home. It's tiny, it's cute, it's perfect. It's an elf palace. Tonight I was at a party of congenial folk. We were laughing, drinking, eating, being generally amiable and fun, when all of the sudden I thought, "Oh! I could be in my home right now!" And so, on a Friday night, I left a wonderful little party to come home to my Elf Palace. I brewed myself a pot of tea, set some delicious strawberries in a teeny-tiny bowl, put on a Norah Jones album, and settled into my favorite chair for some high quality me time. It's about 10:30 now, and I'm about half-way through a perfectly frivolous novel. The breeze blowing through the windows just turned a little cool, so I put a cozy blanket on my lap. It smells like the cedar chest I've had it stored in for the past year. In a little while I will snuggle up in my nook bed and rest my head on my favorite soft pillow. I will go to sleep and dream, and when I wake in the morning I will lie there quietly for a moment, just letting it soak in that yes, this really is my home, and no, I'm not going to wake up in Nicaragua, only to realize it was all a cruel trick of my imagination. All is well in my Elf Palace.