There's a happy place that I used to like to go to. At this place, everything makes me happy, as the name suggests, and when I'm there, I never feel like leaving, but I do, every time, because I have to. The rules were clear, I couldn't be there for more than an hour. Those who remained for more than that, were considered dead to the world.
I can't remember the last time I was at that place, but the memories of those moments are always there, when I reach for them. I didn't stop going, because I wanted to, somehow I forgot how to get there. It didn't seem possible to forget how to get to somewhere inside my head, but it happened.
I miss going to that happy place. It used to be my escape from this big bad world, even if it was just in my head. I hope that someday, when the moon shines her light, and the cool wind blows, and the night is quiet, I'll find my way to that place in my head again.