In the corner of our bedroom, my little dragonfly Tiffany lamp casts an amber glow.
In this corner is a table my husband and I searched all over town for. (Which happens to be from a furniture store that sadly just burned down a couple of days ago.) A painting of enormous poppies that has followed us to three houses rests on the wall above. Books I am reading and have yet to read hold their spot in this corner.
It is my cozy corner, my end of the day relaxation corner. It is my snuggle under the covers with a good book corner.
This little corner is my little piece of quiet.