everyone has a happy place. when I think about happiness, the only thing that comes to mind is sitting shotgun while we drive around our town and listening to you sing along to the radio. I think of how you make me laugh until I can’t breathe, and how your smile is so fucking bright I need to turn away. I imagine being tucked up underneath your arm. I imagine curling up next to you and placing my hand on your chest and counting your heartbeats until I drift off to sleep. I imagine waking up to your dog laying on me and you lightly snoring in my ear. I imagine sitting on your bean bag while I listen to you play your keyboard. I imagine kissing you just to kiss you. I imagine your beard tickling my face, I imagine your nose bumping against mine, I imagine smiling. I imagine arguing over which modern baseball album is the best. I imagine thanksgivings, and Christmases. I imagine holding your hand under the table just like we’re kids, even when we have kids of our own. I imagine sitting beside you on our front porch swing. I imagine you losing your hair and me losing my soft skin. I imagine watching you tell stories of our youth to eager grandchildren, your face lighting up like we’re in high school again. I imagine dying, but dying peacefully and happily because I love you. I imagine you. what’s your happy place?