Happiness Is.

That feeling that slaps upside the face from inside. That feeling that, when it can, lights up cheeks and ears as if molten cherry topping had accidentally missed the bowl. Breath is lost or somehow misplaced. The slap comes from that place that knows when It's won or been beaten. It knows how the feelings should work and exactly where they go. It finds that chasm or valley or pinprick where a tiny light peeks in and guides the rest home; The flood of blood, and then the sparkle. The breath, once missing, may or may not return but either way is quickly replaced. To know the feeling is to know triumph and defeat. Only a tail tip of control is it master of in the start but what a glorious result, win or lose. I win. She loves me. glow little ears, glow.