You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

My perfect reading and writing space? Oh, it’s a masterpiece of chaos and comfort. Imagine this: a huge bean bag so soft it swallows me whole—getting up is like fighting quicksand. Next to it, a wobbly table holding a pile of books I’ll probably never read, a cup of tea that’s gone lukewarm, and a cookie jar that’s mysteriously always empty (thanks to me).
The walls? Covered with motivational posters like ‘Write or Die’ and ‘You’re Only One Chapter Away from Genius,’ which I ignore in favor of scrolling memes. Outside the window, a squirrel glares at me with beady eyes, as if I owe it money. Meanwhile, my son barges in every five minutes asking, ‘What’s for dinner?’ even though it’s 2 PM.
This space is not just a writing room—it’s a battlefield of distractions and procrastination. But hey, somehow, the words still get written. Eventually.