Every home has that one place that becomes special. I have this chair by the window. It seems like it's just furniture, but in fact, it holds a whole world.

I chose it myself: soft, deep, with a large armrest where it's convenient to put a cup of tea. It's there that I feel truly protected. The city is noisy outside, but sitting in this chair, I feel like I'm in my own separate space, where everything slows down.

In the evening, I like to light candles nearby. The flame reflects in the window glass, and this makes the room warm even in winter. At such moments, I wrap myself in a blanket and take a book. Reading in this chair seems special - as if the words are absorbed deeper than anywhere else.

But my favorite time is in the morning. When the sun rises and the rays fall directly on my chair, I sit there with a cup of coffee and feel like life is just beginning. This is where I make plans, write to-do lists and just enjoy the feeling of a new day.

Sometimes I do nothing. I just sit and look out the window. Watch people, cars, trees. It's my way of reminding myself that the world is huge and my little worries are just a part of something bigger.

Every time I sit there, I feel cozy, as if something invisible is hugging me. And if someone asked me where I feel most at home, I would show this place.