I pick the coin, but the portal is wide,
Big enough for a car to be driven inside.
This CYOA choice of an acre's unwise,
if you can make a dimension, why not a big size?
I still want gravity, a sun and some stars,
So why can't a universe-sized universe be ours?
So in response, my world has it all,
Sea-level seas and mountains quite tall.
My dwelling is by a river, a cozy log house,
With bridges, brooks, trees, wildlife like a mouse.
Without fauna, you might not know,
The flora we take for granted can't grow.
So just like the acreage I don't believe,
There's an ecosystem around so we can breathe.
The house is constructed like a large B&B,
With solar panels supplying electricity.
Seven bedrooms with heated blankets for each,
Comfy mattress and soundproofing to muffle speech.
The kitchen with a breakfast nook is the best place,
With a food replicator so you can stuff your face,
It has regular appliances, like a pizza oven,
In case clones of food aren't something you're lovin'.
The dining room has a hot robot maid,
We sit on plush chairs and we aren't afraid,
Of cold winter nights because there's a fire,
With replenishing wood so we can simply retire.
8 deluxe bathrooms with a neutralizer and groomer,
Comfy for each kid and baby boomer.
Finally, the library, huge amount of space,
With immunity to eyestrain and a fireplace.
It has enough couches to just lounge around,
And like public libraries Wifi can be found.
This place I invite my closest to dwell,
Without bills to pay they can live here well,
In an unspoiled world and the house all alone,
It is a place they can truly call home.
So drive in, park your cars and stay a while!
Because sharing my comfy is what makes me smile.