Curving my lips revealing my teeth brings goodness and warmth into me. Filled with the sound of f having a good time. Redness blushing over my round cheeks. Glasses lifted up with the force of happiness. That's what makes me feel good inside. Friends and family exchanging smiles and laughs. Bending forward to hold in the explosion of laughter. The good old slap to the knee movement. Expressing joy and warmth wraps me around as if it were a cold night. The security of joy protects me from the blackness of darkness. Smiling is a contagious action that I have been infected with. There's no need for a cure since it's only responsive with it's own humor. No need for a vaccination since I enjoy living with it and hope to die right next to it.