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Rain falling, cool breeze, nice warm bed, cup of hot chocolate and some snacks. Perfect reading environment

I’m such a nerd for admitting this, I love the smell of new books and magazines. (Bibliophile problems) I also enjoy the smell of freshly brewed coffee. You know what every Barnes & Noble has? A coffee shop (typically Starbucks-if anyone knows of a different coffee shop that’s located in their local B&N, I’d love to know)

I love the wave that the freshly brewed coffee fills my nostrils as I enter B&N. There are chairs further back in my local B&N. I loved to pick out a new book and just rest back in a leather chair and devour the newest literary gold.

My two favorite ways to read is near the fireplace in the winter and smelling the logs when they smoke and in bed having a "Late-Night Potato" (baked) with my daughter on our midnight reading dates.

a comfy room with dark LEDs (purple) , a after-rain scent, plants everywhere, silence 😌

emma ❀ wrote: "a comfy room with dark LEDs (purple) , a after-rain scent, plants everywhere, silence 😌"

ahh yes lol

at home or in a little cottage surrounded by the forest which smells of rain(that smell you get when it's just rained<3), a cozy blanket, some chocolate chip cookies, my dog cuddling next to me and most importantly a mug of coffee<3

In my bed, with some tea and warm blankets, raining outside!
We all have such similar dream reading environments, bring on the cozy rain :)

In my balcony, when it's raining with cozy blankets

Under a breezy tree
a slight wind
cool rain falling
the scent or fresh lemons
under a warm blanket
sipping bubble tea

not totally silent, something like rain pattering or brown noise in the background, sweatpants, comfy shirt, low lighting but not too low, a beanbag but i am very particular so it has to be really comfy. lastly, a soundproof room to scream in delight/shock/confusion/surprise/all of the above during a plot twist

a well lit home workspace with a bit of cavy feel locked out from the world eyes.

On a porch swing in mid-October with my iced coffee, and a blanket, the noise of the world moving around me on the street