September 21, 2007
The Happy Place In My Head
Whenever I feel depressed I go to this happy place in my head. Its nowhere exotic or fancy. Just a certain apartment that brings back good memories. The couches clustered together too big for the room, an old desk top computer that no one ever uses. The room always tidy, but never really clean, cause zubaida never bothers to clean it, she just pretends to.The stupid grey cat meowing behind the closed doors, and us.
Miloo at his guitar, never really playing anything, and weiner singing to whatever music that is not playing. While zeze is begging waleed to do his physics homework and waleed is giving us a speech in his new found philosophy on life.
Z and I sprawled on the floor pretending to do chemistry homework, while osama who is supposed to be supervising us is playing hairdresser with z's hair. There is laughter, a lot of it. Be it about zeze's eyebrows, or weiner throwing mangoes on the ceiling, be it about osama and waleed pretending to be the cat, be it about miloo telling me his dreams about the day Z is gna fall in love with him, or Z who is totally oblivious doing her seal impression.
Its just happy. A small room that looks clean but really isn't, filled with laughter and love, lots of love.
What is your happy place?