The Sweet Scent of Fall and the House by the Sea
I had this sweet ass dream last night where I went to this huge log cabin, it was a mix between the first house I grew up in and my grandmas house. And we we’re all running around discovering more rooms than it looked like it could physically hold. And it was on a hill inbetween a forest and the ocean, with a sandy road for a driveway. It had a deck that went into the trees like a treehouse and we were always warm even if it looked like it should be cold outside.
My grandma and I got to the deck and looked at each other with this look that said “This is my home and it feels like I’ve always been here.” And I had this feeling that my mom made it for us, it was like she was just waiting for us to come home to her. I want to go there every night.
If someone was like,
“Why do you want to be happy?” You’d look at him like a fucking idiot. “Because… it’s… happiness, asshole.”
