Dear God and Santa,
I need a big, giant playpen, like a loft, or maybe a suite. One room with a mirrored wall, a wood floor, and ballet bar - a movement studio. Then, a writing room that's filled with The Project - piles of paper, progressions, white board yabbering, tables, a counter, cork boards, books. Thirdly, a music room for focusing and listening and closing your eyes, with enough room for chair dancing and fake playing drums.
Areas all close enough for cross-pollination. Separate enough to focus.
God, Santa, I feel I would thrive in this habitat.
Sincerely, your humble primate, k.m.c.
(which reminds me, having something to hang upside-down from would be nice, too )