Previously on Papergreat, I have told you about my dream house (a cozy stone house with a goat on the roof) and my dream desk (it once belonged to Chauncey Depew).1
Now we shall move on to my dream bedroom.
I toyed with having you guess what movie the above frame is from. But then I reckoned that the scene (not the movie) is too obscure. So I'm just going to tell you. It's from 1922's Nosferatu. It's the bedroom in the rural inn where Hutter stays during his trip to Count Orlok's castle.
Isn't it awesome?
It's such a comfortable-looking room, with its huge, elevated bed, pushed up against the wall. There's a little window to the left, providing fresh air and a nice view. There's a place to wash up and a place to hang your clothes.
I wouldn't need anything else.
Here's a link to an image of Hutter reading at the side of the bed. Personally, I would probably just get into the bed and do my reading while fully tucked under the covers. (Especially if I was on the borderlands of vampire country.)
Speaking of books, I am aware that this comfy bedroom doesn't contain space for all of the books and bookshelves that would be in my dream house. We'll save that for another post. But, generally, I'm thinking of something along the lines of the old Public Library of Cincinnati.
1. Also, when I was a kid, maybe 10 or 11, one of my frequent daydreams involved having a secret underground shelter. A hatch in the backyard would open to reveal a ladder leading downward. At the bottom was a large, bright room filled with piles and piles of blank paper. It was safe, secure and quiet; I could do all the writing, creating and imagining that my heart desired. Each blank sheet represented a new possibility. The room represented endless possibilities.