|
By Jon Date: 2002 May 08 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.08.09.15.22173]] |
|
I can't go to sleep. I've been trying for the past few hours and it's now 1am and I have never been so frustrated at myself. I've counted sheep, dogs, cats, you name it and I've counted it but I still can't bore myself into sleep. Maybe I'm worried because you haven't come home yet and it's awfully late. Maybe.. "Just think of a happy place son and imagine you are in it." is what my parents would say to me when I had trouble sleeping as a child. I used to think of Disneyland. I used to imagine myself waiting in line to ride my favorite ride Peter Pan or Space Mountain. I used to think of Disneyland, but now I think of being with you. I think of you in my arms or me in yours. I think of you sitting inbetween my legs as we sit and watch tv. I think of standing in line for a movie with you. Holding you from behind kissing your neck softly. I think of the moment inbetween the space of when we say "I love you" when everything in the world just feels right. You're my happy place. You finally come home as I hear you jingle your keys to unlock the door. You're having trouble opening the door...again. "Your keys are in the other pocket dear." I think to myself I can tell you remember because I hear you laugh and then open the door. You enter the room and I pretend to be asleep. You crawl onto the bed and kiss me on the cheek. "Miss me baby?" you ask I pretend to wake up. "You're my happy place." I blurt out. "What?" I begin to explain. I begin with a dramatic overview of my childhood and Disneyland and then I explain what I meant by happy place. "Understand?" I ask You're fast asleep...you probably fell asleep two flashbacks ago. I tuck you in and pull you close. I can feel my eyes getting heavier. I'm about to fall asleep. I'm in my happy place now. |