In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Oasis.”
Where do I go to decompress? My bedroom, of course! Thereon, I lie in bed to rest, nap, and eventually fall asleep. I may/might also dream.
But in my mind, that happy place is a consciousness of light – softness, not golden but a diffused whitish feel where there may or may not be the familiarity of people, plants, animals, and objects.
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