The loving spot
She’d at last discovered the ideal spot. A pot she could discover harmony, peace and take a full breath and hear a thoughts a bit. She liked to imagine all the lifestyle vignettes that will happen in her loving spot. A quiet coffee on the covered front porch as the sun peeked above the hills, a singular stroll through the forest surrounded by old evergreens and the vibe of delicate, underneath her feet. She would walk out the back door and tumble down in the backyard to land in a pile of comfort and peace. The noise would stop and the chaos would stop. And she’d breathe in lay still. She would have the space to explore and try new things. She would have the freedom to be her genuine self. It is her heaven and she couldn’t wait to get back.
She sat in the dark, sweat sound along with the forest and she thought, No it is too early. I cant come back yet. I still have 80 minutes. She’d be back in her loving spot in 80 minutes. She waited and there it was. Her loving spot hills of mists. She ran as quick as her free feet could carry her up the front stairs, in through the heavy wood door. She was safe. She has finally stay in her place next to another in a lovely mists, where she will sparkle the heavens forever. And a loving place where she could belong.