There are places in my head that I’ve created. I’d like to go to one in particular.
The walls, the floor, and the ceiling are wet, glossy stones. The air is heavy with the smell of Earth and water.
There is one large window with a view of a deep green field. Wild lavender bushes burst through the green and shake in the breeze.
I perch inside this residential cave upon the bench that surrounds a circular Koi pond. Lily pads float on top of the water and the bright orange fish slither about.
The tinkling fountain vibrates around the room and fills my ears.
I am there and yet I’m not. Just as this room exists but does not.