My Happy Place

There's a place that I've found. It's a happy place. It's mine but I'll share. I know how to share. In reality, to stand on par with a cloud is impossible. They are too big and too grand. Yet in my dream, I am on a plane with them. And it's amazing. They're far from me but if I were to walk over to them, they would still be right beside me. So it's me and the clouds, under a clear night sky. And below us is a city. It's beautiful. I can look down on it and see all the lives of the people below. I can see them running around and imagine how their days were. Make believe. And it's all just so great. And I'm alone, up there, with the wind and the clouds. And I can see it all, every last bit of my city. And I think I'm dead. But I can't tell if it's heaven or hell.