Dots -Short Story-

8. Happy

Wow.

Just wow.

I don't have any other words for the view I had.

Well.

Beautiful fits it too.

Although what I see seems to go a little or a lot beyond that word.

But anyways.

I reaaaaally like it.

Though I know.

It may not be beautiful or not as amazing to other people.

But to me.

At least to me.

It is.

So I don't think.

Don't believe.

That for once.

Just this once.

It matters.

What other people think I mean.

Because at this moment I feel alone.

So alone that...in fact...

Any decision I make matters.

Any thought I have counts.

Because I'm alone.

Alone in a beautiful place.

So if I decided to destroy it.

I could.

But of course I won't.

Because the feeling of  being alone doesn't last long.

And I have somewhere to be.

Although I might not want to be ther-

No.

Actually...

Exactly because I don't want to be there.

I want to have somewhere to run to.

Even if I never do.

So I can't and won't destroy it.

My beautiful place.

So I leave.

Leave the beautiful clearing in the woods.

Leave the woods that are a mile or so away from my house.

And go back.

Go back to continue my day.