After a long and tiring day, I can’t wait to go home. A few steps after my bedroom door lies my favorite place. It is always there to catch me when I fall and to keep me safe when I am scared. It keeps me happy at night and relaxed during the day. More than that, it keeps me away from the real world, as if it has a firewall surrounding it.
As I feel the soft material touch my skin, I sink into the unknown. I can smell the fresh flowery scent of the newly washed cloth brushing against my skin. As I drift into a deep slumber, a soft and silky cloth keeps me warm. I can hear the soft air moving around me. If not, I hear nothing at all. My head is supported by something that is as delicate and soft as cotton. As I begin to close my eyes, I feel that I am in the best place, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally.
In my favorite place, I am silent. I am one with myself when I am in my favorite place. There is nobody else there but me. In my favorite place, I think the deepest thoughts, let out the most boisterous laughter and even shed some tears. In my favorite place, I feel happy, light and stress free. In my favorite place, I am home.
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