In a Place So Beautiful, It’s Hard To Believe That You’re Real

Your own paradise, just a step away — a writing prompt.

I’m not sure how I ended up here. One minute, I was walking through the park and then, before I knew it, I was standing in this place. But there’s no going back now; a path has appeared to me, and there’s nothing but white fluffy clouds all around me as far as my eyes can see. All the trees are swaying gently in the gentle breeze with dewdrops glimmering on leaves. They seem to glow under the light of the moon hanging above us.

I look down at my feet only to find silver sand beneath them; the tropical breeze had blown some away from its original resting spot near what seems like a serene lake with an island just off its shoreline.

On the other side is a lush forest made up of green and happiness. It awaits with open arms, beckoning those from across the lake who long for solace.

The skies stretch for miles above your head, and at your knees lies soft cotton candy clouds that dance around as if they were made only for you. The most remarkable thing about this paradise, though, isn’t even the fact that it exists at all… but how it can whisk you out of your sorrows so quickly.

At the top of the hill, I go higher again. After a while, it feels as if I am flying. The wind on my face, the wet misty air in my nose all make me feel like I was soaring. And then, when the clouds clear and a golden light filters through, everything became clear. There were no worries here: only happiness and joy at every turn.

The cloudscape would shift from white to gray to black as storms rolled in and out across the horizon. It was breathtaking, but looking back now, I realize that something was missing.

I found my way back to this place when one night while sleeping under those same stars. Before I woke up, I heard what sounded like a choir boy singing; it came from everywhere around me.

In the white dawn I feel the crisp cotton sheets. I’m in a hotel room. On the bedside table is a letter written in gold ink: The Cloudscape Hotel.

“Your Escape from the World”

The Cloudscape Hotel is an escape from reality where you can relax and enjoy yourself without fear of judgment or ridicule. You don’t have to worry about anything here; we’ll take care of everything.

Just step out into it. We promise that your time with us will be unforgettable, relaxing, and one hundred percent private.

Here, everything will seem simple again, like life has no problems at all. You’ll forget about your worries and troubles as soon as you step into this beautiful environment filled with cotton candy clouds, soft music, and warm sunshine on your face. There’s nothing better than being in this state of mind beyond the cloudscape.

The Cloudscape Hotel is waiting with open arms and soft clouds of cotton candy for your arrival; all you have to do is take a step out into it.

It’s Christmas morning, I think.

I open the bar fridge and find a miniature can of Coke.

The sky is waiting for you. All you have to do is take a step, and it will envelop you with its soft, fluffy clouds.

There’s an alarm making a warm, glowing sound further down the corridor.

I put on the hotel’s white terry toweling bathrobe and fresh slippers and sit on the side of the bed and wait.

It feels as if I am waiting for some time.

I watch the clouds roll past the windows from the lake.

So peaceful.

And I hear a woman’s voice in the distance, “All you have to do is say yes. Can you hear me? Move your fingers if you hear me.”

On the day I fell in love with the clouds.

Thank you Diana C. for today’s Know Thyself Heal Thyself writing prompt: Tropical Prompts For The Wanderlust Souls — Adventure, fluidity & serendipity ( 26th–31st of July): The paradisal beyond the cloudscape.