Life seemed so distant. I felt alone, and I felt dark. Laying on the end of my bed, I closed my eyes as I had a million times before. I imagined that peaceful land. Where trees sent you kisses in the wind. Where light streamed through the clouds and you could make out rays from the sun. Where, if you stood quietly enough, you could hear a sliver of music. Once you heard the soft tune, it would grow louder. Louder and louder, the music would lead you to a river. Then, in my peaceful land, I would begin to walk. No matter the direction, I knew where to go. And once I arrived, there would be a tavern waiting for me. Right on the river, it was like no other. Anyone could go, anyone could leave. Every time, I imagined my face inches from the door. I would look through the little glass window at the top, and I would see marvelous things. Trolls and fairies and monsters dancing. Humans singing and animals laughing. There was enough fun and love and happiness in that tavern than in my whole life. And always, always I would try and open the door. But it would never allow me to go in. So I would wake up, and I would promise myself that I would find that tavern on the river. No matter the cost, no matter the time, I would be happy.