my spot

I don't have a spot. You know, that place you that go to - when you're sad, when you just hate the world, or when the world hates you, or when you simply want to be by yourself. Movie and tv characters almost always have one in their moments of emotional self-indulgence. I've always wanted one. I've envied the main character's serenity when she (of course now, I'm imagining a girl) reaches her spot. In my mind, she ran all the way from the comfort of her own bedroom, wanting to get away from it all. You visit the spot when you're tired. When you're lost. When you're overwhelmed. Rarely when you're happy. But it's ok... because your spot will always understand.

Sometimes, in my desire for that place, I could almost feel it around me, hugging me in a way that only it can. It encloses me, yet I am free in it. I could almost hear the scattered noise from a distance. I could almost see the colors - mixing and swirling and then fading towards the horizon.

I have one wish now: Bring me there.