Every wall but one painted black, floor and ceiling black as well. The back wall liberally covered in randomly flashing fairy lights. Books everywhere (obviously). A chaise longue in the middle of the floor, my girlfriend lying on it. John Lennon, Kurt Cobain and Jimi Hendrix in one corner making all new music together. Stephen King in the opposite corner writing stories only for me.
And most important of all a transporter pad to beam in my growing collection of new friends here.