I’ve finally found my happy place. It lies through the old chimney in the forest, the one surrounded by the little blue flowers that look like bells and weep when you say their name. The chimney is empty. Don’t light a fire; fire scares the man with the wooden face. He likes flashlights better. Stick a flashlight or one of those cheap, dollar-store LCD lanterns and you’ll be good to go. On the other side is my happy place. I’m going to get rid of the chimney. I didn’t want to leave, anyway. This is my happy place, after all.