Midnight at the Oasis

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Oasis.”

Whenever things get to be a bit more than I feel I can handle, I think there’s a few places I can go.  It all depends on the situation, I suppose.  Sometimes, I go to the living room and pull out my guitar.  I’ll sit in the creaky green recliner with my dog and stare out the window.  I might hop in the bed and nap the overwhelming problem away.

If I’m elsewhere, I don’t think that I have as many options.  Maybe a quick trip around the corner.  Perhaps a car ride by myself to let the head clear.  A walk somewhere if I know the area.

Some place calm, quiet, maybe a little bit secluded.  Where I can truly be mindful of what is going on in my head.

Fin.

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