There is a small building with weathered cedar shingle siding and roof. It has a bit of moss on the north side. Morning glories climb on the eastern and southern exposures. Inside this small garden shed is a lounging daybed, with pillows for comfort. A small side table for a drink, snack and candle. A small comfy chair for sitting. There is a cupboard with more candles and journals and other secret and personal things. There are windows that open to the fresh scented breeze. In the corner is a small wood stove for warmth on chilly evenings.
Outside the path to the shed is made of slabs of stone and lemon thyme grows between the stones, scenting every step taken there. Just down the path, there is a pergola dripping with wisteria. Beneath this is an iron table and well cushioned chairs set for a simple wine, cheese, fruit and chocolate supper. There is also a swing big enough for two, and a couple more comfy chairs. There are lanterns and hurricane candles for lighting. The area is private, surrounded by bushes and tall flowering plants.
To one side is a stone fireplace for cooking or just enjoying. Behind the pergola, there is a small open meadow area for star gazing, or perhaps dancing in the moonlight. Along the back of the property is a small densely wooded area with some ancient trees. In the trees is a tree house like my avatar.
I would escape to my sanctuary in the early morning to have coffee and begin my day with renewed spirit. I would go there in the heat of the summer days for a nap. I would retreat to my private spaces in the evening for reading and relaxing alone or with friends.
There may or may not be trysting involved.