Mar 24, 2024 22:46:02
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MC Daily 3/24 - Hobbit Hole
Sandy’s hobbit hole is in the base of a warm and sunlit hill—or sunlit for the first half of the day, anyway. For the most part it is not quite noticeable from the exterior, but for a person who has been there long enough (namely Sandy), its presence would be clear—the worn grass in front of the entrance, the slight portruding of the door.
Inside is a set of small but comfortably spacious rooms. One of them is a secluded area quite isolated from the rest of the structure—there are bookshelves filled with various books, primarily historical fiction and nonfiction but also a bunch of recommendations from Sandy’s friends, as well as all three volumes of the Lord of the Rings series (Sandy has owned them for more than a year without having read them, quite unfortunately). There were also beanbags and a couch, as well as fairy lights and a reading lamp. A cat tree sits in the corner, well-worn and littered (pardon the pun) with tufts of fur. (It should also be noted that there are no fleas anywhere in the hobbit hole; Sandy has had enough of fleas in real life.) Overall, the room is a comfortable retreat of sorts, a place where one can relax in calm.
Outside, the living room—wtih yet another couch, a glass table, and pictures put up all around the walls—leads to the kitchen. There are a variety of instant ramen noodles stacked in the drawers, and some of the basic spices, for Sandy had no idea how to cook anything complex. Fresh fruit were placed in a sizable bowl, and a still-hot kettle of water sat next to a mug empty except for the tea bag inside. Fortunately, there was an open window in the kitchen, which Sandy would quite appreciate when she ended up burning something and had to clear out the smoke (which had happened essentially in every of the few occasions in which she cooked).
Her room also had a window that faced the opposite side of the hill, and she was able to see the sunset from her desk next to her bed. Some more personal pictures and posters were put up around the wall, and a heater sat next to her bed as well, although she didn’t often need it. Her cats’ beds were in her room as well, although most of the time they ended up in her bed as well. Thankfully, because they didn’t have fleas and they didn’t track litter all over the hobbit hole, it was a relatively hygienic occurrence. There was a small closet as well, as Sandy didn’t really alternate between many outfits, which suited her just fine.
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Sandy’s hobbit hole is in the base of a warm and sunlit hill—or sunlit for the first half of the day, anyway. For the most part it is not quite noticeable from the exterior, but for a person who has been there long enough (namely Sandy), its presence would be clear—the worn grass in front of the entrance, the slight portruding of the door.
Inside is a set of small but comfortably spacious rooms. One of them is a secluded area quite isolated from the rest of the structure—there are bookshelves filled with various books, primarily historical fiction and nonfiction but also a bunch of recommendations from Sandy’s friends, as well as all three volumes of the Lord of the Rings series (Sandy has owned them for more than a year without having read them, quite unfortunately). There were also beanbags and a couch, as well as fairy lights and a reading lamp. A cat tree sits in the corner, well-worn and littered (pardon the pun) with tufts of fur. (It should also be noted that there are no fleas anywhere in the hobbit hole; Sandy has had enough of fleas in real life.) Overall, the room is a comfortable retreat of sorts, a place where one can relax in calm.
Outside, the living room—wtih yet another couch, a glass table, and pictures put up all around the walls—leads to the kitchen. There are a variety of instant ramen noodles stacked in the drawers, and some of the basic spices, for Sandy had no idea how to cook anything complex. Fresh fruit were placed in a sizable bowl, and a still-hot kettle of water sat next to a mug empty except for the tea bag inside. Fortunately, there was an open window in the kitchen, which Sandy would quite appreciate when she ended up burning something and had to clear out the smoke (which had happened essentially in every of the few occasions in which she cooked).
Her room also had a window that faced the opposite side of the hill, and she was able to see the sunset from her desk next to her bed. Some more personal pictures and posters were put up around the wall, and a heater sat next to her bed as well, although she didn’t often need it. Her cats’ beds were in her room as well, although most of the time they ended up in her bed as well. Thankfully, because they didn’t have fleas and they didn’t track litter all over the hobbit hole, it was a relatively hygienic occurrence. There was a small closet as well, as Sandy didn’t really alternate between many outfits, which suited her just fine.