What's your happy place look like?

The other day, Darling Diva was at the beginning of a newly hormonal, crazed tantrum and in order to stem the flow of anger, I told her to go to her happy place and come back to us when she was calm. This obviously threw her for a loop. I wasn't sending her to her room or to a corner(she's to old for this one now). I wasn't going to take anything away or ground her.

Nope, it was off to the happy place, but what is this thing called a happy place, she asked...

Aaah, the happy place. Different for everyone, but such a needed thing. That special place in our minds that make everything better to some extent. Maybe your on a beach, or in a music room with a plethora of instruments you magically know how to play like a professional.(this one would be uber cool - right)

For me it's the library in my head. The space that I've decorated in bookcase chic. All filled of course with read and unread books just waiting for my presence. A beautiful chaise lounge sits in the corner with the perfect reading lamp - not too bright, not too dim. An ice and water dispenser to your immediate right with only real glass, glasses.(water just taste better in real glass-IMHO)

My happy place has calmed me quite often and sometimes I visit just because I like to run my imagined fingers over my books. Stopping every so often at one I've read already, just to find the spot in the book that tripped my trigger, be it a well written love scene or a conflict so well written I'm drawn to reading it again and again.

I have not yet gotten an answer from DD about what her happy place is, but I suppose it's private to a pre-pubescent diva, so I don't push...she'll tell me when she's ready.

What about you out there? Do you have a happy place? Do you visit just because or does it take loads of stress and frustration to pull you in?

Have a great Tuesday!

Sunday Scribblings - Adult

She knew she'd come into her adulthood as she looked down into the still smudged face of the being so recently ripped from her body. Tape held the feeding tube secure as it lay in her nostril ready to deliver the sustenance painfully engorged within her breasts. Tape also secured the IV to the sweet angels head - her veins to small anywhere else on her body to adequately deliver the needed medications. The large tube locked into the side of her neck, cleaned her blood while continuing to support her heart and lungs.

No longer could she be the carefree risk taker. The does as she pleased, stay out all night barfly she'd sometimes envisioned herself. Now she was a grown-up, a person with responsibilities, a mom.

No matter what happened in this cold sterile room, she could never go back. Her life as an adult lie ahead. Embrace it she would praying the entire time that it would not involve a funeral in the very near future.


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Friday Flash Fiction - Rain

Rain fell against the bedroom window, tapping out a sexy rhythm the lovers moved too. Every thrust and withdrawal timed to match the slow sound of the Angel’s weeping. The writer in her ached to put words to the perfectness of the moment. Hot, sweaty, furious, pounding, delectable…. The woman she was begged the writer to shut up and enjoy the moment. Live outside her head for now and feel the highs her husband was taking her too. They had so little time left. Time she needed to say goodbye. She prayed the rain would continue long enough for her to wash away the pain and loss of their end.