my happy place

seems to me like i can only be really and truly happy, entirely, one hundred percent happy, where the happiness is felt by each and every ounce of me, in one place. in one world. in that fantasy world where brooms are the everyday flying, if not apparating. in that world where unicorn blood is one of the most powerful substances, one that can give you life, even when inches away from death. but you will live a curse, half-life. but life nonetheless. that one world where everything can change in order to make you happy, in that fantasy, fiction world where everything seems just right. when it doesn't seem right, there is always a way for it to be resolved. no matter what. sometimes it's the heroine who rushes in a the last moment and saves them all. other times, it's the big manly main character who has been keeping the evil guy in check for the whole book. then right at the end, he goes HA I KNEW IT WAS YO UALL ALONG, then he displays all of this evidence that even the most pedantic reader isn't able to pick up. yep. that's where i can be happy. with my nose in a book that can take me anywhere and everywhere. it takes me away to a place where i can be part of the audience, yet still feel what everyone is feeling. see? i don't need to be like edward cullen to know what eveyrone's thinking. i just need a good book...and some time. a LOT of time...