Forest Sanctuary.

I spun around until I was too dizzy to see or move, then I plopped down onto the underbrush of the forest. Looking up all you could see was trees.
This was my home away from home. My sanctuary. Any time I need to get away from it all, or when I just want to relax, I run into the woods behind my house. There, it feels like everything is clear. No drama, no pressure to be something I’m not, no annoying pleas to do chores. It was my safe haven.
If ever a place close to heaven, I would say this was just down the road.

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