Deep in the woods there's a cabin. It has been conditIoned to have all the modern services, but it keeps its rural aura. However, its inhabitants are not rural at all... well, not always. They both work on computers, each has a lap top. They cherish their lap tops as the people of old times hold on to their love letters. These two met through their lap tops, they were the portals for their love to spring.
However, they don't need them anymore to talk or get lost in each others' eyes. For the moment the cabin is empty. Let's take a look at its interiors. We open the door and the first thing we stumble upon is a red rug. Its rough, Mexcian style. Of course all is wooden, the floors and the walls. Soft maple tones and shades. The rug is on the hall. To the left, on the wall, there's the key holder. A little replica of the front porch where there are no keys for the moment. There's a wooden kitchen bar. The kitchen is in perfect order. Breakfast dishes in the sink waiting to be washed. Not many. It was not an elaborate breakfast. Just the regular English breakfast, bacon and eggs, orange juice, tea and toast. The stove is still warm. The lingering sweet aroma does not belong to a traditional English tea, it's more exotic... orange, clove, cinammon, ginger. Mmm...
The cupboards have enough cups, glasses, plates, and kitchenware. The fridge is practically empty. On the kitchen floor there are several metallic containers. Two are considrably bigger than the others. One has water inside and the other chunky dog food. But there are no other traces of the dog right now.
In front of the kitchen there's a small dinette. Simple. Wooden too. Haven't seen it on the stores or catalogues, not even in internet. Wait. Those chairs are perfectly carved by an artisan. Those are no factory chairs. Those were made carefully, one by one. Each piece is unique, although they all have the same design. The person who made them must be someone really creative. I can imagine those hands. They must be big and rough, but delicate. Those hands know when to be tough and when to be smooth. Beautiful crafting!
On the table there's a vase with flowers. Those flowers are wild flowers, not the ones you can buy at the shop or at the market. Those flowers come from the backyard. They are yellow and cheerful. Like a little sunshine from the outside. It's kind of dark, in spite of being almost noon. The sky is cloudy. It's winter and the snow is several inches high. You can see it through the window behind the dinette that also offers a view of the backyard. Weird backyard. There's a bugambilia covering the backwall, because of the season it's all withered. There's also a jacaranda tree, not common in these surroundings. Big and tall it's branches extend seeming to protect the house. It's got no leaves or flowers. It's covered with snow, still it is majestic and it stands proud. There are flowers all over the lawn, these flowers bloom in winter and are yellow. But it seems there are some other flowers here. They may bloom in other seasons. There is a swing for two. There is a wine, woolen blanket, and a book on, also a pair of glasses. Something's coming from under the blanket. A black cat! Must be crazy being out in this weather. Well, maybe that's why it was under the blanket. It stares at us with a yellow glowing slit and hurries under the blanket again.
Back into the cabin. To the right of the hall there's a cozy living room. Two cream-coloured love seats and a sofa with brick-coloured cushions. Quite comfy. There are also blankets there. Well, the season demands them. On the dark wooden coffee table there are several pictures, two coffee mugs and a ginger nuts wrap. On the wall, topping one of the love seats, there's a painting. It's a portrait. It's a lady in red, dark, long, flowing hair, slim and petite with a pair of expressive eyes that look with love --almost caressing with them-- at the artist. There's a signature. Mmm, not famous, but really good. Impressionist style.
Behind the living room you can find the stairs to the upper story. Shall we climb? Why not? Careful! A white cat with a mask just leaped out from nowhere! Ok. Right in front of the stairs there's the bathroom, complete with a bathtub. Old fashioned style. It reminds one of last century bathrooms. The bath tub is totally apart from the walls, it has lion legs supporting it. A beautiful curtain surrounds it. It's embroidered with blue little flowers. Forget-me-nots to be precise. The rest of the furniture in it is also old fashioned. The mirror in front of where you wash your hands is oval and large, with a pewter frame bordered with flowers. It's fixed to the wall. It looks heavy. Only a strong person could have placed it there. The towels are also embroidered with the same flowers as th curtain. It's a beautiful place actually. On top of the wc there's a little flower pot. It's lavender. When you rub it, it releases its fresh fragance. There's a little painting on the wall. Yes, directly on the wall. It's an orchid. White-bluish with lilac spots. It's framed, or well there's a frame surrounding it.
To the right of the bathroom there's a little library with two desks and a laptop on each. The libabry is made from very simple and strong wooden bookshelves. Again the same craftsmanship seen on the dinette. The wood is very smooth. The design is very simple. Useful. Straight lines that serve their purpose perfectly. They hold the books firmly. One desk is located watching a small balcony that opens to the backyard. On top of it there's a laptop. Closed for the moment.
The other desk is cornering this one. And the lap top is closed too. Next to this desk there's a big armchair. The kind of armcahri you find in flea markets, but the one that turns out to be a treasure. It's quite comfy. It's a present from his mother. Next to this armchair there's a tall lamp. It looks like a flower. It glows with the light bulb inside. And next to this huge armchair there's a little plump one. Between both armchairs there's a little coffee table. On top there's a little embroidered carpet. On the floor there are two pairs of slippers. One is huge and the other is very small.
To the left of the bathroom there's the bedroom. At first glance the only thing you can see is a massive brass bed. Its perfectly made. The cover is a snowy white. There are pillows and cushions. All of them are white. It's the only place where there's a creamy and cozy carpet on the floor. The only place where the pets are never allowed. It's a sacred place. No TV in here, no watches, no clocks, no telephones. Well, there are two night tables to the sides. One has a book on it, a little plump lamp with an old fashioned shade, and two different packages of medicines, the other has a ginger biscuit wrap, a note pad and a pencil, and a package of pain killers.
There's a window to the left of the bed. Under it, there's a small pine table that works as a desk. There's a jar with water and two glasses, a vase with flowers, a notebook and a pen. The chair is also pine wood. They're a set. They were made by the same artisan. In front of the bed there's another mirror. Huge, a sitting oval, not framed, with a smooth border. To the right of the bed there's an armoire. No closets. This huge armoir is a red wood. It's his best piece in the whole house. It's completely deco. He wouldn't have it any other way. It's perfectly sized. It has several drawers, different sizes for all their clothes. Linen is kept under the stairs, in a closet made for that effect.
A barking is heard. A car is pulling in. Voices and laughter come from the outside.
"I'm sure I forgot my glasses in the swing. By now Shadow must have broken them. Osh! How can I be so forgetful?"
"Come on here, sexy. Help with these before you go inside."
"Ok, honey. Give me those. Aaaaaaah! Don't swing me like that!... Mmm, give me another kiss."
"Guess what?"
"What?"
"I love you."
