«{_ I will take you to your desired place. Just say the word and it shall came to past _}» he said

« _Would you come with me ? _» I asked with an expectant and a passionate gaze

«{You have the consciousness that I’m always around you. Why would this be any different ? }»

« _You’re right, you’re always with me..~». I continued with a warm smile on my face _« Okay then»

I closed my eyes and I saw——

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«….»

The first thing that countered my encounter was your flowing peaceful presence…

The enourmous field was divided in two.

The first field had a land full of healthy grass in abundance. There weren’t different shades of green, instead all the green were harmonious. The breeze wasn’t too overwhelming, it was the ideal oscillation. There was this magnetic yellowish-golden shine that looked unusual, it was the sun. But was that actually the sun ? It looked deceiving but in a good way. The sky had colours that doesn’t exist in real life… it was breathtaking, too breathtaking that I thought it was just a dream. But the sensation was way too intense to be ignored.

There was a certain pathway tinted with a mixture of lilacs and hyacinths that leadeth to the unknown. It was a lenghty path and only God knew what was at the end. Similar to a rainbow yet a further mystical side to it.

The other field was an analogy of the first but it was as though it was another dimension yet in the same compartment. The warm pure sand was hugging my feets and the seashell of different momentum were singing heavenly chants to God. In the midst of the horizon, the sea had a magnificent glow and I felt that if I were to step on it, I wouldn’t sink. Rather I would be able to amble on it.

A faraway melody was immersing my senses. It was sang by an angel, I couldn’t see the captivating being but I understood that it was one of them as the recitative was exceptionally solemn.

Now, a divinity walked towards me. I don’t know where he came from but I knew who he was. He was tall and had the shape of a man. He was shining in a dazzling white. This included his body and his face. His face was covered in a dark veil and each step he took caused the sand to change color. The aura around him transformed into an indescribable realm. It feels like it would be a sin for me to utter a thing from what I’ve seen. He carried so much Godliness and Holiness. Yes, I was sure of who it was.

« You’re here » I muttered

I fell on my knees as a sign of reverence and respect. I felt fear but it’s not the normal type of fear. It was one where you love someone so much and amazed at their almightiness that you can’t help but totally submit.

«{ Stand up }» he said

I stood up with my face sill faced down.

« { Why is your face down ? } » he asked in a calm tone

« How would I dare to look at you ? I’m not worthy» I stated in a lowly voice

«{ _I’ve put a veil on my face so you can live. Look up _}»

I looked up and before I could say anything, he continued:

« {Do you like this place ?}»

« _Yes…it’s truly pulchritudinous. Is it our secret place ? _» I exclaimed with excitement

«{ Yes, now eat this and go back. They need you }»

«What do you m——» I stopped mid-sentence

He handed me a piece of white bread with a seal on it and I ate it with no hesitation. It was honeyed but tasted slightly bitter afterward. How strange

Suddenly all became fuzzy and everything looked like a mosaic. I woke up in my bedroom with my mom calling upon my name.,

« _Was that a dream or—-reality _?»

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The sheets are warm from a full night’s rest. The smooth gentle touch of your leg against mine speaks of the excitement of a new day with you. My eyes warily take in the sunshine from the window as the soft white pillowcase cushions my face, just a little longer. There’s no need to rush into the day because I have everything I need right here anyway.

If someone saw a picture they’d think they could almost smell the salty sea spray, but the air is fresh. I exhale, and a light breeze carries away my unease. I walk, and the tide washes the sand off my feet. I jump in, and the waves swallow me whole.

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I close my eyes, take a deep breath and go to my happy place. It smells like candy. I hear the music to takes me away. It nice there. No one is negative to each other. Everyone gets along. The weather is perfect not too hot and not too cold just right. All my friends and family are there. It’s my happy place. Everyone has one. Everyone’s place is different. Sometimes i just need to go there and leave all the drama behind. There really isn’t a specific location it’s just a place that i like to go. The smell changes every time. It depends on the reason i need to be there. This time it’s seeks like candy. Sometimes it smells like my pap, or Disney, or any thing i need in that moment. My happy place is for me and no one else can take it from me.

In a Dreamer’s web, Captive to sweet melody. Freed by the Coda.

The bass line progresses a steady rising and falling at a slow andante. Quarter note after quarter note as treads on a magnificent stair. Above it woven the melody line that tip-toes along with the with sonorous step from tread to tread, building on a loom of interest and intricacy. The melody is unforgettably singable, although there are no words. No words because none are needed. The music says all that could ever be said. Her mind paints a never ending, ever changing kaleidoscope of images. Each evolving image conjured seamlessly into existence from somewhere deep in her unconscious. The melody would not admit any other thoughts, only its own coloured canvass. She closes her eyes for a moment and the colours are projected on the inside of her closed lids. Vibrant, bright, clear and deep. There is no escape. Someone behind her coughed and for the briefest instant her mind attempted to break free to concentrate on the mundanities of real life. But it was no use, she was enmeshed in the dreamer’s web. She could no more break out of the hypnotic control of the slow moving melody than she could escape from the unfolding of love’s sweet song at the height of passion. The melody softly changes and a mordant sparks a whole new set of colours, a catch, a moment of new direction, before the melody continues its inexorable journey. She could feel the vibrations deep in her chest, intense, visceral, emotional. The bowing of each string pulls her further and further in to the captivity the piece commands. She has a tightness in her throat, the melody demanding an emotional response from its prisoner. A tear escapes and runs slowly down her cheek and the tightness in her throat eases. Unaware now of anyone or anything around her, she surrenders completely. The second repeat comes to an end and the melody continues on with added vigour and colour and the big exposition was upon her like the crowning moment of her own love story. On it went, rising and falling, still at its own steady unstoppable pace. Image after image, pulse after pulse. The quarter-note bass line continuing, moving up and down, step by step and the melody wrapping around it, a quaver, a beautiful pair of semi-quavers flow across to a crotchet. The bows of the musicians pulling each moment backward and forwards in time. Feeling the will of the composer though he long dead. She is lost entirely. She senses that the end is not far away now. She feels the colours and images fusing and building to a majesty of splendour and she is held, held in those final moments of orotund, beautiful melody entwined around the dulcet cadence. The harmony floats towards the last full chord, held for a full long semibreve of perfection. The sound dies, the images fade. She is released.

The wind hugs my scalp like no other before. It's a breeze of summer air and defining timing. Almost like I was supposed to be here at this very moment. The sound of the birds has entered my soul to awaken me, to remind me of the present moment, and while I'm in the moment, the heat from the sun has landed, landed on my skin like a scrambled egg in a skillet ..... HOT!

The smell of fresh air arises through my nostrils of lightly sweet vanilla while the sounds of the ice cream truck sing melodies in my ears, going through one coming out the other. As I can hear people, couples laughing, kids crying, dogs barking, and running I am at muse with this story that has been imagined in my thoughts.

Thinking of rainbows, hopscotching, and lemonade. Tater tots are being made while the windows are open collecting dust from the outdoors and ice cubes are being frozen. Not thinking about the past or the future. The present moment is all I have so I’m soaking up as much sun as I can grab.

Watching the sunset with people who love me. With a cozy blanket nearby, relax herbal cinnamon and lavender tea fills up my lungs while taking a deep breath’s in and out. The cold night's breeze gives me goosebumps on my neck while I wrap the blanket around my full body. Smiling, laughing, expressing with open arms.

Days like this, you want to enjoy it because here in this town we don’t have too many. Embrace, feel, and do it every second, minute, and hour you can to feel the joy. The joy from within. Feel it from within. Smell it from within.

Quiet Breeze teases Clouds descend Fog blinds Pebbles under boots Poles scrape Chocolate, peanuts, raisins The goal is near Yet a mile, mile and half away

When people say, “happy place”, they tend to focus on the latter half of the word.

“Place”, that is.

Sometimes it’s a bright, sandy beach with refreshing lapping waves, or a cozy beanbag nook where they can curl up and read, or a luscious meadow where they’re nestled tight inside their boyfriend’s arms.

Sometimes they are alone and at peace, sometimes they are with the ones they love. Sometimes they are being protected, where other times they are so warm and comfortable they don’t feel the need to be protected at all.

Where is my happy place?

When I think happy place, I really don’t think of a place, in terms of location. Just a feeling, a passion, rather, that I can get lost in when the stress won’t subside and the world seems to be crashing down on top of me.

Writing. My hands flying across the keyboard, or dancing across the page, telling stories of grand adventurers and silent betrayals and heartfelt lovers and everything in between. Getting lost in the lives of my characters— where I can escape my own troubles and instead remedy theirs— is my happy place. It’s ironic, really, that I feel most alive when I’m telling the story of someone who isn’t. I feel like I’m finally gasping reality, having a handle on the world and on their life— my life— when I’m sipping a chai tea latte and watching the plot line play out in my head like a mental movie, absentmindedly recording it as an audience to their drama.

Escapism is my valued companion. My characters are my soul, my villains my friends. And everything they do in between is the story of something I get to create; and in that sense, I can never be thankful enough for the fact that I get to lay out an an entirely new and wonderful universe with the meager tool of a pen.

People often ask me where my happy place is.

Someday, I hope to show it to the world.

Fresh pumpkin pie The sweet scent of lime Cherry Coca-Cola nothing costs a dime

Halloween season Nice autumn breeze Golden bells ringing Rustling trees

You’ll never see me Unhappy or untrue In my happy place Laughing with my crew

Suspense in the air The old smell of wood Creaking of floorboards It all felt so good

Fresh pumpkin spice The sweet tick of time Cherry colored leaves The twelfth final chime