I am in an old building, upstairs in a big room filled with books and chairs and sofas. It is a reading room and I am reading a very big fat book, hardback, probably well over a thousand pages. It’s not a novel, but rather heavy reading, yet fascinating.
I am going through rooms, bedrooms mostly, checking them out for size and layout. Looking for one for myself, but also thinking of family members, like I’ll see a room and think it might be perfect for my daughter. But mostly looking for me.