The heavy, foggy air swirled around me.

It smelled of pine.

I was up in the tree house doing just fine.

In front of me a plate of cookies,

And a book to read,

I sighed happily, what more would I need?

The birds sounded delightful,

And the rustling of the fall painted leaves were great.

The only thing that left my mind were the things that I hate.

The pleasant things in life came into consideration.

Clogging it up before was the negativity,

Soon to be flushed away and replaced with positivity.

But, with a couple blinks, all of it was gone.

Instead I found myself day dreaming again in class

It was only in my mind that the treehouse existed; it was all an imaginary mass.