What is your dream life?

This is what I picture my heaven as.

I live in a blue two-story-plus-an-attic house with my little brother, Noah (he died when he was born and we cremated him and put his ashes in a teddy bear), if he wants to live with me, anyway, and my dog.
There's a huge private library in my house with every book I could ever want. It's also where I write.
One of the bookshelves is a secret door leading into my room, which has no TV, only a laptop. My carpet and walls are blue. My bed has tons of pillows on it and looks pretty much the same as it does now, except with a lot more blankets. My closet has double doors with glass doorknobs. One side is clothes and the other side has shelves with my collections (bottlecaps, buttons, feathers, fortune-cookie notes, etc.) in shoeboxes on them.
My kitchen has pots and pans hanging from the ceiling and black-and-white tile floors. My mom comes over to cook, if she wants to, since she loves it and is awesome at it and I hate cooking. I'm vegetarian. I don't think you can eat meat in heaven anyway. That wouldn't make any sense. How would you kill the animal to make the meat?
Out the back door, there's a path through these dark trees that leads to the ocean, which is a really clean, clear ocean, not disgusting and polluted. It's always dawn. It's never hot and it never snows. It's always cool and it rains a lot. No one kills birds or wolves. It's heaven, so there's no sickness or rapists or murderers and no one can die or be in pain. I can also breathe underwater.