Treehouse

I want to sit with him in a tree house and  just read books.  The treehouse is dimly lit and we read by candlelight The treehouse is in a beautiful forest that nobody knows about.  The treehouse is filled with different kinds of books that we read everyday.  The treehouse is draped with delicate vines and leaves that hide our shadows.  The treehouse is only visible to him and to me.  The treehouse is our only sense of belonging.