Chapter 35

This degree of the home was all one room, with a small kitchen to Amelia 's right, a dining area right subsequent to it, then couches, chairs, bookshelves and a bizarre pole that rose out of the floor—a giant department that grew nearly straight up just for a foot or two, then bent to a proper perspective and extended several ft parallel with the floor, simply inside the window.

Everything in the room was made from something organic. No plastic. No metal. No rubber. It was all wood, leather, fur, and cotton.

“This location is beautiful!” she breathed. Although the room felt strange because it was round, the whole thing in it felt like something out of a décor magazine—one of those rustic accommodations or holiday rentals that would be titled, “Life as it was Meant to Be” or something like that.

Amelia walked towards the fats sofa and buried her hand in the soft, thick fur that was thrown over its back. “It's so soft! I have a large blanket on my couch, to