I would _very_much_ like to be alone, in a quiet room with good light, off the ground but not so high up as to disconnect me from the world.
There should be a bed right next to a big window, so I can sit there and watch the changing light.
There should be something to look at, too, I suppose. Trees, water, even a city as long as I’m not known there.
Ten years ago I would have wanted bookshelves, but now a screen is enough. I’d sit there quietly and read and be content not to do things.