Where my mind is at.

I dreamed of woods when I was a child. I dreamed of forests, miles upon miles of seamless tree lines with the floor carpeted in pine cones. This was my escape, this was the place  wanted to be alone, cut off from the grime and noise of civilisation as well as its pressures.
Whenever times were at their worst, if a teacher screamed blue-murder or a bully brought my confidence down to nought, I dreamt of the woods.
I still dream of woods today… but I’m not alone this time. My loved ones are with me.