beckoningforest:

concept: you awaken in the middle of the night in a beautiful manor, the canopy bed above you carved in delicate designs. the silk draping downwards blowing slightly from the opened window. the scent of the fireplace lingers in the room, wood still burning dimly mixed with the faint smell of perfume and clean cotton sheets. thunder rumbles in the distance, the sky dark. you rise to linger by the window and inhale the fresh rain. your skin prickles from the cold air. you are at ease with no burdens. you wait and listen for the storm to pass.