When I opened my eyes again, what I saw warmed me despite the temperature of the enveloping air. The cabin stood elegantly and proudly on the hillside, smiling at me with its wide wooden grin and light-reflecting windows. The firepit to my right sat empty, inviting me to roast marshmallows in its coals, and the rough-hewn wooden benches circling it seemed to shout, “Come, sit and feel the warmth of fire and family!” It all brought laughter and loved ones to mind.
The circular staircase, made of fine wood and carefully carved by a skilled craftsman, was created especially for this place. I ran my hands along the smooth, pale wood and planted one foot firmly on the first step. Just as I had suspected, it whined and groaned under my weight. I took another step. I went up the winding staircase to get a perfect view of all the goings-on in the cabin. Before long, I marched off the last step and was in the loft.
The overstuffed couches in the loft circled around the TV that didn’t get any reception. Therefore, a stack of movies sat nearby for nighttime entertainment after long days of outdoor fun. I sank down into a cushy chair but was up in a moment because I still had much to see. I walked to the railing and peered over at my family bustling around downstairs. I sighed and smiled to myself, and I wished I could spend my whole life in that cabin.
It was the closest thing to heaven that this earth could offer. Here, all worries ceased to exist. This was the place where peace prevailed.