Who Would Live In a House Like This?

I often wonder about the people who choose the ground floor flats, but I'm not the type to go staring into windows.

Atomic ranch houses, places by the sea, powder blue front doors with black ironmongery; the scent of puppies whose wet eyes struggle to open in the warming sunshine streaming through large glass windows, with saturated window sills of purple pansies and yellow brightness, setting suns and rising stars. I don't need to visit empty spaces, not right now.