The sun shown through

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Laying there on the soft cotton sheets of my bed. A bed that was molded perfectly to my frail body. I was surrounded by the trusting faces of my plush stuffed animals. It was some lazy Sunday afternoon; I didn’t have to wake up for a long, dreaded day of school, so I just laid there. The nurturing warmth of the sun shone through my large window, and it was in that moment of complete silence, just me and the sun, that I felt I was truly at peace. 

I was very young, impressionable–and maybe even a little naive at the time–but something about laying there with no responsibilities, no one telling me to get out of bed, felt lovely. Laying there with a pink canopy draping over me as if it was protecting me. I had found my sanctuary.

It’s such an insignificant moment–smaller than a moment, really. It was an irrelevant speck of history when you think about it, but not to me. To me, it was the time I felt pure, unfiltered, child-like happiness. I revisit that seemingly unimportant speck in time frequently. I revisit it when I need the comfort of the sun on my worried face. 

Sometimes in the bleakest of instances, much like now, I shut my eyes and dwell on each part of that moment. After a while of doing this, it’s as if I am really there. As if I have gone back in time and am a little girl once more. I can feel the tender, yet formidable rays of light on my face. 

The beautiful window let so much sun in that I could feel it piercing every inch of my delicate skin no matter where I was standing in my room. The baby blue and white curtains we hung did little to stop it from getting through, but I didn’t mind. In fact, leading up to my moment I had encountered many others that were similar, so over time, I grew quite fond of the light and all it had to offer. 

Sometimes in the bleakest of instances, much like now, I shut my eyes and dwell on each part of that moment. After a while of doing this, it is as if I am really there.”

I guess this memory is so sacred to me because it was such a simple time. I was little, I had friends that I was able to comfort through the act of a simple hug, and I could lay in bed without the thoughts and opinions of our fracturing world forcing me to get up. 

The window did its best to keep this reality away from me for as long as possible. It let only the good shine through and the bad would never even come close to reaching my unsuspecting mind. 

However, reality did eventually set in, but I do everything I can to hold onto that irrelevant moment in history because to me it represents how truly magical the world can be if only you believe in it.