Every time I can lie down, in the dark, I fantasize about being able to go to my special place. Sometimes it is a forest, other times it is a valley, a small island. Does not matter. No one else knows the place. It's just me in a house, where not much light enters. I don't have many things, not many luxuries. I have only the most necessary. I just need to be able to rest. Because I'm always tired.

And I know that I can rest there, because nobody knows I'm there. Nobody is going to judge me. The world is going to keep turning without me, and the fact that I'm not here won't bother anyone. I can just be at peace.