Somewhere Special

Prompt: Tell a stranger (in detail) how to get to your favorite place.

There's more than one way, I guess. Are you looking for scenic? Good, because they all are. If you're going to keep standing in the driveway we're never going to get there, you know. Oh, and it's going to be a bit of a bumpy ride. We're going inside my head, after all.

If you've never done trans-cognitive travel before, I suspect this is going to be a bit of a new experience for you. Anyways, you'll wanna start by taking a deep breath. Deeper. You'll want to feel the clouds tickle as they slip into you lungs; you'll want to breathe so deep you feel the birdsong in your soul. No, not hear it. Feel it.

Ready? Breathe. Deeper. Close your eyes. It's easier that way. Close your eyes and pick one of the paths of light you see. Pick one and run for it. Run for that light, that light that lives in the darkness behind your eyes. My eyes. Can't yet? It's okay. Take your time.

If you manage to get that far, you might run into a mountain, standing directly in the middle of your way. He's not always there. If he's not, you'll have to come back another day, but if he is, you're gonna have to do some climbing.

So pick a rock. Pick a rock and get on top of it. (I usually go for the one with streaks of marble and music notes in it.) Then climb to the next one. And the next. Climb until you've almost forgotten that breath you took, almost forgotten the birdsong in your soul and the clouds in your lungs, climb until you reach the place where the mountain flowers grow, stretching across the peaks, spreading across heights like a rippling, white sheet, like a pure white dusting of perfect snow.

Take a left. Look forward. There's a door there. But it's locked. I'm afraid you can't go any further. You made it to imagination, but that door's mine.

You'll have to look for your own.