Short Stories

Here and Now

This is my happy place. It is a dark place with cold air and warm blankets. It is a small green room full of love and pillows. 

There is not much in this room. Just some old furniture, a TV, blankets, old boxes, and dead flowers that crisped and dried up. They are still in the vase and on the rocks, they came home in. 

The cat loves it here. Its quiet with just the right amount of advertising in the background. Selling rocks and silver. The tray spins on the TV but there isn't much to talk about. 

The cat bounces on and off the bed but finally finds her peace on top of her grandma. They sit there snuggling together. Shedding stress and sharing dreams of ideal tomorrows and happier times. 

This quiet place is my happy place. Nothing is being done and nothing is demanding my attention. Just a quiet room. A cold and quiet room that is fair away from the noisy nosy busy life just outside the door. 

A quiet place where hot tea and histories are told. Where there is no banned discussion and self-expression is welcomed. There is nothing here that makes it special besides the people that truly care. 

A place where all are welcomed and wanted. This is my safe space. This is my sanctuary. This little green room, with a cat and grandma napping. Where there is hot tea and true care for the people we are. Here is where I am. Here is where I belong. Here is home.