ha, i’ve made it. the world of my dreams. how perfect.

i can see everything i wanted to. oh look at it! the castle, the same warm earth color with the stain glass windows that tell the story of persephone and hades. the gates grand spears of rot iron and gold, an entrance for for a king. i will enter that door, those gates. the gravel path made of stones that sparkle so bright that they compete with the likeness of stars.

the little pond that sits right inside the gates is magnificent as i made it to be. two small angles perch up on the sides of a shaft that’s sprays water as if the the heavens weep. small coins can be seen at the bottom, wishes children made one time long before. i hoped they came true.

the doors, they open for me as i walk toward them. of course they would but the gesture was still so welcoming. because i belonged here. in the world i made for myself. i see the hallways, beautifully decorated with crown molding and gigantic windows to see into the skies. the scent of wood and lavender excites me. it was such a small detail but it all the difference.

but my safe haven was missing one simple thing. somewhere to share it with.

it seems like i still need some work.