Okay, now this is gonna sound a little weird but for me my haven is the couch. Really. It's where I'm the most comfortable and where I spend a lot of my time.
I don't want to leave you with the impression that I never get up, go out or never go anywhere. I do. Sometimes. But when I do I always come back to the couch.
It's just my spot. My happy place, if you will.
I can watch TV from the couch. Listen to music. I'm surrounded by books. I'm steps from the kitchen and the bathroom.
To paraphrase Belinda Carlisle, "Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth? My haven is a place on earth."
And if I go downstairs to feed the cat or pay the bills when I'm done I have my own little stairway to haven.
And at night when my dear wife comes home from work and joins me on the couch for a snuggle and a little TV I whisper in her ear, "Thank haven, for little girls."
Sometimes, parts of a DVD or TV show will make me cry. I can't help it. From time to time I get emotional. On these occasions I have tears in haven.
That couch is so comfy no one will get me out of it. Nope. No matter how much they try knock, knock, knockin' on haven's door.
And for those of you who think I may never get to haven, haven's to betsy man, I'm already there.
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