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That Little Happy Place
My heart's beating out of my chest and you can't tell. To make an attempt to call down I picture a calm, dark place with little to no moon light. With your arm around me it distracts me from my thoughts and the movie. I have no choice but to focus on your thumb aimlessly stroking my bicep and I can ever so slightly head Johnny Depp's voice in the background. By the time I can readjust my thoughts back to my little dark meadow I begin to slide down my chair. My heart still racing when suddenly my meadow is invaded by a small house with a white picket fence surrounding it and the sound of children's laughter coming from inside. Abruptly I'm in the house watching two little girls running around and a little boy sitting on the ground, clearly with his father, trying to assemble a Lego truck. I automatically know the names of the children as Tamzin and Kaya for the girls and Dyson for three little boy. The three children run to me and hug my legs when they're suddenly joined by the father. As the children slowly fade he moves closer to me, pushing his glasses up his nose and wrapping his hands around my waist. I then realize, he's not a father, there never were kids, and we were never in a dark meadow house, but, we were together. I come back to reality just as the movie is ending and I put two and two together. We were together, in a dark room, his arms around me, the only difference was, in this reality, I kissed him.

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