It's completely silent except for the soft pitter-patter of the rain outside. I am sitting on a tall, brown, leather chair facing the crackling fireplace. There are flickering candles placed all around the room, creating a warm yellow glow on the dark wooden bookshelves all around the room. I have my computer on my lap (obviously not connected to the wifi), and on a little table next to my seat, there is a notepad--the yellow kind with blue lines--my lucky calligraphy pen that I use for writing by hand, and a large, steaming mug of cinnamon hot chocolate.