“My dream,” Allison said, “has always been to live in a beautiful Italian estate with marble floors, thick plaster walls, stained glass windows, and with stunning baroque ceiling frescoes derivative of Michelangelo’s at the Sistine Chapel.”
“I see,” Justin responded. He was sitting across from her at a Starbucks, where they had agreed to meet. He tried to conceal his eye-roll from his date.
“What about you, Justin?” Allison asked. “If you could live anywhere, what kind of place would you choose?”
“My tastes are, I believe, a little more modest than yours apparently are,” Justin said. “I would prefer a rustic log cabin in the mountains, one next to an idyllic babbling brook. It would have a large great room with an enormous stone fireplace, in front of which would be a real bear-skin rug. I would be the only resident on that part of the mountain.”
Allison looked at Justin with total disbelief. “Have I fallen into madness or something?” she said. “Based upon your profile on the dating site, we’re supposed to be totally compatible. But a log cabin on a mountain? Seriously?”
In your profile, Allison,” Justin said, “you said you were ‘down to earth.’ What you described as your dream abode is anything but down to earth. I’m now convince that I should have swiped left.” Justin stood up and walked out of the Starbucks shaking his head.
Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (dream), Ragtag Daily Prompt (marble), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (plaster), Your Daily Word Prompt (derivative), Daily Addictions (resident), and Michael’s Writing Prompts (into madness).