I dreamed last night about living on a cruise ship that was in dry dock, and had been converted to deluxe apartments. We had a bank of rooms, a dance floor, banquet area, and an insanely big library with a lot of overstuffed chairs by a fireplace. The walls there were a deep, stained wood with dark red upholstry. It was very homy, though large, reasonably well lit, but had a strong cozy atmosphere.

I really wish that I could remember more, but the rest was shampooed away with the morning scrub.

By the way, Button-Bright’s real name is Saladin Paracelsus de Lambertine Evagne von Smith. He says there really is more to his name, but he’s forgotten it.(not bad for a 4 year old.)