My inner child would also love to live in a tree house, overlooking a lush green forest. At night, it would count shooting stars lying on the roof.
...and before falling asleep, it would crochet a pink rope ladder, while "Granny" by Pudelskern casts a soft light on its fingers.
It would wake up every day and happily look at the "Daisy Face" ply wood print by Alexander Girard.
If my inner child was an avid ornithologist, it would probably try to figure out what kind of bird left all the tracks on the "Allusions" rug by Pierre Paulin for Ligne Roset...
...and after a lot of guess work, it would consult its extensive library of books about birds, stored in the "Tree" shelf by Shawn Soh.