My Happy Place

I was having a panic attack the other night, and someone suggested that I go to my happy place.  I didn't really have any idea of what that would be, so I just sat down in my bed and closed my eyes.  I let my imagination do the rest of the work.

I first imagined Chuck Norris.  Then I decided he should have a monkey on his back.  Then I envisioned him running up the side of a mountain.

I'd watched the movie "The Mist" the night before, and I decided to take an antagonist from that movie (the giant tentacle monster), and have Mr. Norris destroy him.

That kind of weird shit put my mind right at ease, and threw me into a gleeful coma from which I woke refreshed.  My dreams that night had nothing to do with Chuck Norris or monkeys, but it was the thought that counted.