It is almost 6 pm. I have hardly left my bed today, only getting up to use the bathroom. I don't feel bored. Isn't it weird that sometimes not doing something for five minutes can practically bore you to death, but on other occasions you can go hours without doing anything and you feel perfectly content?
I feel safe in my bed. My parents never come into my room, or even upstairs at all. Actually, no one comes up here. Just me. Sometimes I feel like someone else is here. I haven't decided if I believe ghosts are real or not, but sometimes I talk to whoever may or may not be here. I tell her/him/them/it that I won't bother them if they don't bother me. If there is a ghost here, I don't think they want to hurt me. Maybe they just feel safe up here, the same safety I feel. I wouldn't deny that to anyone.
My bed is pushed up against the wall. There is a window on that wall, at the very end of my bed. I keep the blinds shut, but in some of the sun's positions, the light peeks through. I close my eyes and see the sunlight lit my eyelids. Usually I hate this, but today I didn't. I imagined myself in a beautiful feild. Ankle- level grass, daisies scattered everywhere. A creek. I pushed my legs off of my bed so that the cold air hit them and preteneded that the cold air was actually water. I waded through the creek. I lay down in the grass with my ankles in the water. There is a willow tree down the creek to my left. There aren't any bugs or birds. Or wind. It is quiet and unmoving.
I haven't ever been able to imagine places very well. I always thought the idea of going to "your happy place," was weird. I understand it now. It doesn't last very long. Just when the sunlight peeked through the blinds. I felt at peace. But the sun is gone now.
