Dreams only come true if you work hard

SO...

A friend I have who wants to start a bakery.
Another friend I have who would like to own a book store.
We three, indeed, do want to start a boheimian academy, it seems. A community of sharing, discussing, and learning.

Down stairs shall be the books and bakery, with wooden stairs that lead to the upper room, where sit people with their bread, pastries and books, or paint their canvas being inspired by a friend, or smell, or the music that another shares. Some listen, some discus, some ponder, some are lost. Lost in a world within the pages that they hold. And in the back, either above or below, are studios, two to be precise. From one is heard melodious sound, or perhaps not so very melodious. From the other the smell of oil paint floats.
The floors are wood, the draperies all around, and the smell of old books mixes with those smells of bread, spices and the like.

Think you, my sweets, that this is that of which we dream?

I dream of it, and hope that it may be.

But for it to become a reality, we must all three meet and plan and scheme.