
“Go to your happy place”
lying on a beach in a far away country
with the sun holding you as you drift to sleep,
the gentle breaking of waves singing you a lullaby again again again,
icing sugar sand is your pillow; soft and warm it relaxes you as you let it run through your fingers
but i much prefer the sharp pain of winter on my nose,
artificial warmth from a woollen blanket,
holding my favourite mug with both hands and allowing it to scald my palms,
hard rain incessantly tapping on my window, like they’re canon fodder for a machine gun
familiar shivers running through my body, rocking me like a baby
This is my happy place
This sounds lovely!
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Thank you so much!
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