Next door to happiness
They say Happiness lives in that house. Normally I don’t believe nothing anyone tells me, but after walking by that door every day and staring at the sunshine color, I decide to grab an ounce of nerve and knock. I wait and sweat and fidget until finally, the door cracks open, and then swings wide.
Light, warm and soft, seeps out and spills over me. Inside, birds chirp and the air smells of apples and cinnamon. If my heart wasn’t pounding hard against my chest I might have thought I’d died, skipped on by the pearly gates, and landed right inside a new Eden.
“Is Happiness here?” I ask.
“It’s here if you want it,” said a whispery voice. “And there’s apple pie too. Fresh from the oven. Come on in, now.”
I won’t tell you everything that happened, but I will tell you this, I found Happiness, and she makes the best apple pie.
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