In your mind you have a place

One that only you can access 

Scenarios that never come to light

Things that only you can imagine

A place where you can be happy

Reality hits, and you're back

You don't like the outside

Dangerous, scary things occur

And in you go, like a turtle

The shell you call home

The good things

Drinking the first cup of fresh coffee

Hanging out with friends

The smell of a new car

Popping bubble wrap in the night

These things are simple 

Something we do in our everyday lives

Yet it brings us joy

In the smallest manner possible

For a second, we are happy

Maybe happiness is just us

Reapeatedly doing "nothing"

Enjoying the moment for what it is worth

Maybe this is happiness?

Doing the small things?