Love this bedroom from photographer Henry Bourne via Desire to Inspire, but I don’t think I could ever sleep with my head right up against the window if I lived on the first floor. I’d always be thinking someone would reach in and touch my head. Or that I’d look out the window and there’d be some freak staring back at me. I used to babysit in a house that was built onto the side of a mountain, and because it was surrounded by trees, there were no curtains. Just loads of windows. I still remember being so terrified out by the trees scratching at the glass late at night.
(Yes, I know I’m a chickenshit and I’m okay with that.)
