The Azure Sky Story/Happy Place

I sat in my desk waiting for the bell to ring. Only 20 more minutes now. I lost it. I watched the people walk by and as I did that, I sighed. I changed the song on my iPod. It was complete anarchy, and they were really loud. Everybody was happy. I stared into space, how many minutes, 15 now? All of a sudden, I felt really dizzy, and I closed my eyes, shaking. I felt myself lurch to a stop, and opened my eyes, breathing a shallow breath.
“Whoa...” I blinked, not believing what I saw. All these scraggly trees in a row, some were tall, some were short. I walked groggily over to one, and ran my hand over the deep brown bark, tracing the intricate texture with my slender fingers, feeling the curlicues seeping into my brain, making me feel lightheaded and euphoric. A wind whispered deep within the forest, and I looked up into the cerulean sky. It was flawless and without clouds. I heard a rustle behind me, and then,
“Hello there, friend.” I turned, my hand still attached to the wondrous tree bark, not wanting the ecstasy-like feeling that I was feeling to leave my body.
“Hi.” I drawled slowly, my mouth dry, while waving my hand like I was describing something large. The being who spoke to me wasn’t very large. Only about my height, give or take an inch, and had highlighter purple hair, which seemed to be glowing with light, and it hung down in straight whisps, down to her hipbones. Her pupils were merely pinpricks in her aquamarine irises.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She said in an airy voice. “I am Cheyenne.” She smiled mystically.
“My name’s Braedyn.” I whispered along with the calming breeze, raising the electric lime leaves.
“I shall show you the way, Braedyn.” She said again, and took my free hand with her delicate fingers, and led me deep into the forest. The canopy shaded us from the warm glowing sun.
“Show me the way to where?” I asked, taking in the setting.
“You know, silly.” She giggled, and it tinkled like Christmas Silver Bells, and it made me smile. I heard singing, a melody so nice, I felt like I would float up through the leaves and into the perfect sky.
“Oh.”
“Come on, this way.” Through another pathway we went, and then I saw a pond, and a waterfall. It looked perfectly perfect, the clean waters were almost-no, were shining with life and energy, and a cat stood there playing the triangle, which I figured was the source of the Christmas bell sound. His fur was pumpkin orange, and looked just as soft as it felt, and I reached out to pet him while Cheyenne dipped her tiny feet in the stream. It made her toes glow with life. The cat smiled at me, a Cheshire Cat grin, and I smiled back, and he pulled out a flask from his burlap sack and dipped it in the water.
“Here, take a sip.” He said, and I took a sip, and immediately the euphoria I got from touching the tree trickled inside of me, only much stronger, and I felt as if I was floating on air. I closed my eyes and lied down on the great green grass. It tickled my back, and I laughed as the cat commenced his triangle playing again, and Cheyenne danced around in the pond, the whimsy waterfall dribbling on her airy white dress. She looked like she was having a wonderful time, and oh! I wanted to join in on the fun. I breathed deep, taking in a lungful of fresh air, and more or less floated to the water and dipped my bare foot inside. I felt a tingling sensation, and it made me laugh in pleasure, but I began to feel dizzy again, and my sight faded. I closed my eyes.
“No, no, no...” Cheyenne just laughed, and the cat’s music faded. I sat down and rocked back and forth. “No, I don’t want to go.” The cat’s grin burned into my mind. I felt a lurching sensation again, the sort of feeling you get when you’re in a moving elevator, and then it stopped. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, and saw all the people again. No trees, no sky, no Cheyenne. I could remember the triangle tune vaguely and it made me shiver in delight. My toes still tingled. The bell hadn’t rung yet. It looked as if nobody had noticed I was gone. Did I really leave? Where did I go? I blinked and brushed my hand through my blonde hair, as my bangs fell in my eyes. Then the bell rang, stinging my ears and I stood up, nearly falling and lightheaded. I grabbed onto the desk, and walked out of the classroom, and down the locker hallways, barely noticing the people there. They whizzed by. I pushed the heavy door, and stepped outside. I looked up at the sky, only to find it was dull and grey, and not cerulean. I felt my heart drop. Disappointed, I walked over to the nearest tree and touched it, expecting to feel that surge of dizzying happiness. All I felt was bark. Then I walked home, in a trance-like zombie state, and opened the door. My mother greeted me.
“Hey, sweetie.” She smiled. “What did you do today?” I shrugged, remembering Cheyenne, and the tree, and the sky, and the water.
“I went to my happy place.”