imagine waking up in a cozy cabin in the mountains. you can see snow falling softly and sticking to all of the trees out the window, and the person you love is making you coffee in the kitchen.
simultaneously wishing i were a woodland fairy, a maiden in the scottish highlands who is actually a selkie, a victorian naturalist who scandalously wears pants, a 1960s schoolgirl by the sea, a friendly forest witch, a reef-dwelling mermaid, a ghostly gothic heroine, or maybe a cat
