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My happy place

My mom is late picking me up again, but I don't mind. It's quiet and dark out. Not the kind that makes you wish the sunlight would come pour down on you, bringing quiet bird songs and buzzing bees with it. The peaceful kind that's perfect for escaping, looking to the stars instead of your busy thoughts of tomorrow.

The four of us lay atop a picnic table, resting our heads on each other. One of us put on a wordless piano medley of songs from a television show we all love. We sing and hum along, not needing the lyrics to know the words by heart. Our voices are soft as the night around us, only audible to each other.

My head slowly moves up and down in sync with the steady breathing of the body my head lies on. I see the glimmering specks above that come once the sun was no longer in view. A breeze tosses the branches of a tree ever so slightly, a few leaves drifting off and swaying in the wind until they reach the soft green below.

I close my eyes. Everything outside of this moment fades, leaving no importance to me for this blissful moment. Time stops while I take everything in, my subconscious telling me to remember every detail. I breath in the crisp, clean air. My hoodie encases me in warmth, keeping the rest of me from feeling the chill only present on my face, making my nose numb and my cheeks lightly flush.

The moment lasts only for maybe ten minutes, when I see my car out of the corner of my eye. I get up and we say our goodbyes, waving at each other until I've closed the car door. When I drive off, I know that I have just left one of the few perfect moments a human life can experience; yet I go willingly, content knowing that I am able to play it forever more in my memories.