Day two of Writing 101 is asking us to tell about a place we would go if we can zoom through space.

The back-story: 

I’m sure you’re probably tired of hearing this. I live in a pretty new neighborhood. Most of the houses are built in the late 90’s to early 2000’s. The surrounding landscape is pretty bare. The trees I see out of my window are from the older 1970’s neighborhood a couple of streets down.

As I open my blinds every morning and let the sunlight stream into my room since without it, my room feels like a dungeon. While the brightness from the sun is good, it also hurts my eyes, burn is a better word for it. It makes my eyes watery and painful.

That is why I often leave my blinds part-way shut and imagine myself in this place as I write…

…sitting on a log, a lay-open notebook and a pen sits next to me. The landscape around me is absolutely quiet and serene. The only sounds I can hear are the birds singing and the rush of water in a stream nearby.

I take a breath, breathing in the clean, damp air and fresh smell of moss on the ground. Suddenly, I spot a squirrel, crunching on a nut. 

I admire for a few seconds before I bring my notebook and pen to my lap and begin writing. Sentences flow from the pen to the page like liquid. I don’t have to think at all.

Suddenly, I hear a phone ringing. It snaps me back to the present as I stared at the caller ID. It’s an eight-hundred number, commercial line. I stare at the computer and scoff. Now what am I supposed to write?