Happy place
Your room is not a place to me. It’s a state of mind.
When I was teetering on the brink of suicide, my afterlife delusion was your room: waking up in your room.
I’d escape from the earth under the coronado bridge and then wake up in your room.
I’m not a daydreamer, but when I was suicidal I daydreamed a lot. I dreamed about this.
