I went in the side door of your house, which was smallish but not cramped. Cozy, with some plank paneling inside maybe reclaimed wood? A farmhouse sink, but not worn out or anything. Simple. A long window at the sink with plants on the sill. I put my little flowerdy suitcase down and turned on the gas burner under the stainless steel kettle while I filled the dog bowls from the ceramic bin under the sink. It was twilight and the fairy lights came on outside, sparkling in the reflection of a ladle hanging from the hood at the stove. I thought it might rain as I went to get the mail.