My Cardboard Balcony

Living In A Fantasy by Belinda Roddie I'm looking for a hole that I can live in like a Hobbit, eating bread and drinking mead until the apocalypse ends. Then I'll drag my hairy feet to the edges of the earth, where I'll find an oasis and begin my life again.

"If I had all the wealth in the world..." She paused, then stuck her pipe back in her mouth and exposed crooked, browning teeth. "Well, then I wouldn't really be wealthy, would I? Because it'd hold no real value." "Depends on what your definition of wealth is, isn't it?" "Perhaps," she murmured through a plume of smoke. "Perhaps. I'd take a sunrise over a gold coin any day. Both are fleeting, but the sunrise always comes back the next day."