The Sweet Upstairs Suite

Let's start here. Bathtub built for you, or two. Universes can be created in such a tub. You can sleep anytime (and anywhere) ... but where can you slip into heaven at the drop of a hat (or towel)? Right here.

Who needs curtains. Who needs doors. Only the birds and tree tips can see you. (And you can see them.) Invisible shower doors are super easy to keep clean. Some kids selected the smooth floor stones from the beach outside their uncle and aunt's trailer in San Clemente. The green is the color of the sea.

Candles required. So Spirit Oak can see you when you're jolly, and soothe you when you're melancholy.

Do you look both ways before you go? And can we just say hooray for the inventor of the bidet?

Sadly, you may occasionally have to leave this refuge at some point, turn around, and face the music

Outer room. The rising sun fills this space with light every morning. Window seat. Wall niche. Controls on the wall to regulate the radiant heat coursing beneath your feet (and everyone else's ... this is why some sometimes call such rooms "Master" because inside is the one -- or ones --  who control the temperature and probably hoard the TV remote).

Window seat view. Both windows crank open to maximize the breeze and clarify the panorama. (All the windows have screens ... but since there are never mosquitoes ... why?) There's actually a hot-air balloon  rising in this photo ... see that speck rising just to the right of the hill? ... or maybe I'm just making it up.

An inner room. Another Pattern for enhanced, joyful living. Called "enclosed bed niche." (Ideally, the book says, it should be a raised enclosed bed niche, but that involved way too many adjectives.) So imagine curtains across the front, or closed accordion doors, and no one but you knows what's really inside. But one thing is for sure. There's only room enough in there for one thing and for one thing only. (You decide.)  Spirit Oak and Mt. St. Helena can be called upon for virility and/or flexibility, when necessary. For some reason, this is the only private room that can be locked with a key. (Hmmmmmmm.)

And an inner, inner room. The walk-in holy of holies. You could do yoga and Pilates in here. Or your clothes could do yoga and Pilates in here.

Time Out. Put a chair in here and really think about what you're wearing.

If you were a fly, pinned wriggling on the wall. This is what you would be seeing. Now imagine all three doors closed. The bed is tucked away. Clothes are tucked away. Towels are stacked and fluffy. Just what in the heck are you going to do with all this open space? Warning: creativity and communication may naturally ensue. Scribbled notes may be taped to the walls. People (even lovers) may take refuge in here with coffee or wine ... and hang out until Who knows When (delightful people). Nightwear may be worn around the clock. If not careful, time is money becomes time is art.