Tuesday 26 June 2018

Your Happy Place

Your mind wanders as the night comes to a close. Your newly painted walls white as snow. A toothbrush in your mouth. Brush a little more and then write a little. Your mind takes you back to a memory. A memory talked about today. You tell her to finish the sentence.
"Remember that night..."
She continues: When we stayed late at work...
You: And time seemed to slow down.
Her: And all that mattered was us.
You: And when you looked at me I found myself falling deeper for you.
Her: And I found the safest place which was in your arms.
You: And I didn't want to let go, cause I knew if I did I would be longing for such an embrace.
Her: And eventually we would just to come back together.
You: 'Cause nothing can separate true love. And that love will last forever and always.
Her: And forever is worth it when it comes to us.
You: And nothing can separate us. Not even distance or time.
Her: And those stolen moments together help close the gap.
You: And through the storms of life, we learn everyday how to take them with faith and devotion to each other and God.
Her: Because even though we are separated physically, our spirits are stilled entertwined.
Pause. Take a breath. Think deeper into that moment. Much has been said concerning it. Pause. Take another breath. This time a little deeper. Feel her arms wrap around your waist and into a warm hug. Rest your chin on her head. OK now let that memory just sit there. That is your happy place.
Boom! Back into reality. Your companion sitting across the room. Now your mind taking you to Africa. Now to South Carolina. Now home. What is your head doing? Depression and anxiety fill your body. Pause.
...There...
Now relax. Your body is just getting tired. You're OK. Thinking about her helps all that depression and anxiety to subside. There... Close your eyes... Take a deep breath... You're going to be OK. Her words come into your head. "I love you".
Reposition for comfort. And continue writing.
Your words coming to an end.

Your mind wanders as the night comes to a close. Your newly painted walls white as snow. Toothbrush is out of your mouth now. Your mind takes you back to a memory. The memory of your happy place.


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