Happy Place

She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw what was in front of her.

Her happy place.

The long lost lagoon she had visited a long time ago. No, eons ago.

It was just like she’d seen it. It hadn’t lost its sanctity. It was still the purest and most beautiful sight she had ever laid eyes on. She was afraid the place would never be the same. It would be encroached by her kind the next time she ever visited the place. If she ever had a chance to visit.

But its beauty remained intact. It wasn’t exploited as was the custom with human beings.

Her feet were bare and she smiled as the sand tickled her soles. Her irises mirrored the vast blue-green expanse in front of her. The water seemed calm like it had been the day she’d seen it the first and last time. The endlessly azure skies reflected in them and she marveled as the breeze first greeted the trees surrounding the pool of water before meeting her, caressing her neck. She’d tried in vain to travel to this place in her mind whenever she was alone but always failed. Miserably. And now she was here. Somehow she was here. It must be some kind of magic.

As if to confirm her suspicions, a knowing hand stroked her back. Her smile widened as she felt the stubble prick the skin on her shoulder where he rested his chin. His arms curled around her waist as he stood behind her watching the exquisiteness that Nature had bestowed there.

They stood there for a long time. Not saying anything. There are places, times, instances, circumstances where words play a crucial role and sometimes they’re just not necessary. This was one of those moments. And it was fleeting. Just like everything else.

This was magic indeed. She was on the most magnificent place on Earth with the one who held her captive. He was right there, with her. She could touch him, feel the warmth that he radiated, she could hear him breathing, humming a song - she hadn’t heard but liked instantly - in her ear. It was all she’d ever wanted. Then in the slightest and softest of whispers he said what she had longed to hear for years. The words that made her heart ache every time she thought of them.

A loud honking from a car speeding down the road awoke her from her deep slumber with a start. Tears streaked her face as she sat on her bed.

“A nightmare?” a concerned voice probed.

“No, it was a good dream,” she uttered as she ran towards the bathroom to hide her face.

It was a magic, indeed. The most beautiful trick she had ever witnessed.

“Those eyes,

Those treacherous eyes,

That committed the unpardonable offense of dreaming,

Giving wings of capability to incapable envisioning…”

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