Once upon a time I used to think my favorite places were the mountains filled with forests and springs and fallen rocks. But I think somewhere along the lines my favorite place turned out to be my dreams. A scary little room filled with things that made me afraid, yet they were the safest place on the planet. Lost in my head.
I won’t give away the story, but it wasn’t the room or the dream that was my favorite place. My favorite place is anywhere he is. I don’t really care where it is. I think by the end of this rewrite even if we aren’t in the Happily Ever After state, I will still be in that place.
Home is where the heart is.