School.
I heard myself laugh.
With my eyes closed, I leaned back against the couch cushions and just let myself feel. It was a sublime, dreamlike set of images in my head—clouds and trees and the singing of birds even though none of that was really there.
I knew it wasn’t.
I wasn’t even really seeing it in my mind.
It just felt like I was…or I could have been…
It was perfection.
For now.
I didn’t think I was ever one to give up, but apparently I was.
~End Part 2~