This place was bright. There was breeze. It was just easy looking at sun, without burning my eyes. It was easy, I could feel the smiles. The laughs roared through me. This place made it all possible. This place made me. This phase – the happiest of all the dreams I could wish for.
This place locked inside my brain, just sitting there until I try sifting through my memories.
My mind holds this special place – my childhood.
In response to Writing 101, Day Two: A Room with a View (Or Just a View).