If I were to compose my current reality all over, I would picture myself in a studio-like, single-roomed apartment, overlooking the winking lights of the city and furnitured rather cozily; minimalistic yet modern. I always liked the blue and cream/white combination for some reason so the dominating colors would be likewise. I'd probably have red in the form of lava lamp and there would be nothing more than a few spotlights for the illumination. I'd definitely have a hairy rug (very 70s style that will take me back to the age of Flower Children) somewhere amidst the room with matching pillows scattered upon it... perfect to curl up with a book as the sweet smell from the incense filled the air. There would be various candles for sure... many of them... And I would arrive from work into this soothing scene, head off into the kitchen, cook me a made-up meal (I don't know how I gained the ability to instantly make up recipes with the ingredients currently available... what is even more surprising is the fact that they turn up something consumable... delicious, even), get myself a glass of wine and let someone like Nora Jones accompany me....