Happy Place

Haha loading 10 more CDs on my computer.
But anyhow--

Right now I'm mentally living in a happy place that switched between a pleasant secluded field and a pleasant secluded beach. Currently it's the field, but the two occupy the same "place" in my mind. Can't quite explain how it works.
The field is beautiful, accessed by walking a ways into beautiful woods behind an imaginary house. It's also oddly shaped, allowing for a certain amount of exploration. The bright green dewy grass is often treaded by all sorts of wildlife, including deer, squirrels, and the occasional adventurous child. I can watch the clouds pass overhead in my mental eye, and make friends with a variety of animals.
As a beach, It's bright and golden with a wild ocean and soft sand. Even better at night, calm with a full moon and warm tide pools and a blanket of stars on an inky black sky.

Now I'm on that beach at night, laying on my back in the sand. I feel the residual warmth of the sun press into my skin as the soft grains mold around my body. The moon looks as if it might fall gloriously into the ocean, pushing the black water onto my feet. I slowly inhale the warm, salty scent and exhale any tension I might have held as a warm breeze begins to play over my face, pulling with it a few strands of my hair along.