I’m here in my spot, the place where no one knows my name - my sanctuary, my escape pod. It’s nice to be alone and lost sometimes, doing nothing but stare up at the gleaming sun, burning your eyes out until all your problems vanish. It’s sort of a paradise for me, no other sound but my breathing and no other soul but mine.

The whole world turns quiet, not even the wind could make a sound. Everything is in a standstill, like in a photograph - except the subtle movement of my chest. No sound could reach this spot, the wind is calm, it blocks any pther sound from the outside. Every little soundwave evaporates into the stillness, leaving me deaf.

Each day I’m here, it feels like a year’s worth of sleep. Nothing but the feeling of floating in the air, away from all troubles and worries. All of my wounds heal, all of my aches fade, and all of my wishes are granted. In here, there is peace.

But it’s time to wake up.