My happy space is that of pure serenity

It is always golden hour

Sunlight streams in through windows of satin curtains

The stained glass leaves colored reflections on the warm floor

The veridium plants glow in their ceramic pots illuminated by the light

Their soil rich and sustaining

A cup of tea is waiting on the nightstand

The aroma filling the room

A candle burns on the dresser, the scent mixing beautifully with the tea

Everything is clean and well placed

As if orchestrated by someone filled with love

I am still sleeping

My warm comforter keeping me safe from whatever stress the outside world presents

A cat sleeps by my feet

I don’t have anything to do today

No assignments

No lectures

No anxiety

No one relies on me for anything

I am not a daughter

I am not a granddaughter

I am not a sister

I am myself, and I can rest easy knowing

That I owe nothing to anyone for being alive