A cabin in the woods far away from any highway, a feather bed with a down comforter, a fireplace with a roaring fire and a woodroom connected to the cabin with enough wood for the weekend. Someone familiar and warm (my kitten will suffice), a number of unread urban fantasy books (Charles de Lint, Stephen Dedman) or other good fiction (Tony Hillerman, James Alan Gardner, Ursula LeGuin). Lots of hot cocoa and eggnog, lots of good food, and no human intrusions like cell phones, land lines or wireless anything.
And of course, me there for the weekend.
Alternative: Hawaii or Vancouver in any way shape or fashion.
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