This is an exercise in writing:
I’m standing in a doorway, a doorway into a house. No, not a house…it’s a doorway to a home! Mine and Brayden’s home. It’s a red door, because I have always wanted a red front door. Good Feng Shui.
My back is to the east as I peer through the doorway, because Feng Shui says a home’s red front door should face the east to greet the morning sun.
So, standing in the doorway of our home, I am facing west looking into our home. It’s a lovely living room with high beam ceilings and large airy windows. To my right is an alcove with a reading nook nestled in a bay window.
To my left is another doorway to our sitting room, which is also our library with floor to ceiling bookshelves.
I step through our home’s doorway and hear a voice. It’s Brayden calling to me from the kitchen, which is straight ahead and separated from the living room by two columns. The living area is spacious and expansive, creating a shared space of relaxation and entertainment.
Stepping out of my shoes, I walk across the hardwood floors, cool under my feet.