The Zone

Everyone has that place in their head which the call their “happy place” and this place is unique to every individual. I have one of those places but I wouldn’t exactly call it my happy place, I would call it my rabbit hole, my hiding place, my invisibility cloak. My special place is a zone located on the black line where no one knows who I am. I have pure anonymity. Just a place for me, myself and I!
I love this place. Here I have the perfect figure, the perfect romance, the most fantastic wardrobe and no worries. Obviously this is an imaginary zone because there is no woman in the world who is 100% satisfied with their body not even Miranda Kerr, and the perfect romance.......does that actually exist?
So you can see why I spend so much time in here. There is something about this place, it’s as if someone is watching me living in this bubble and so you behave in a particular way here, and every now and again, smile and random thoughts that pop into your head. By this point you must think it is time to make contact with the psych ward but just stop and think about it first, do you have one of those places?
I am currently residing in that place now and I don’t want to leave it. The weather is beautiful. Waking up to the sun shining is the start. I enter the zone as soon as I awaken. Ok imagine having the most fantastic dream and then the alarm goes off......annoying right? Well being in the zone is like being in a dream all the time. So when I wake up in the suntrap, I still feel like I am in the dream because it is the sun that is the key to entering the zone.
I am on the verge of finding the perfect romance, and my figure well yes it’s at a satisfactory acceptance stage so am I actually in the zone for real? Very close....very very close.