public school.

Beach. I would see an empty white shore and a purplish blue body of water. There are no clouds in the sky. It's just quiet and peaceful. I would have a beach house there and my mahogany desk facing the side of the beach. I have every window opened so that the salty breeze could come in and out. There's not much in this one-bedroom beach house: a small bed; an armchair with a footrest; a kitchen, and a desk where I can read and write.
There's no one else living with or near me. I am all alone, in solitude, with nature. I have a bicycle that I can take to visit a library that is opened 24/7. This library is magical because it contains every book known to mankind and yet the building is no bigger than an old bookshop you might find somewhere downtown. I enter the building and there is no one but me. I am the only client who checks in and out; I borrow books to my heart's desire. There are no late fees because once I am done, the books find themselves way back to the library. If I get hungry or thirsty while reading or writing, I can snap my fingers and create a cup of hot chocolate and warm gooey chocolate chip cookies out of thin air. They are of course served in a beautiful lime green china. There is no concept of time where I live. Everything is in the now. Things may grow, die, and regenerate, but I am not worried about aging or death, because there are no deadlines to beat. I am happy because I can read and write to my heart's desire; I don't have to worry about money or relationships or how I even look everyday. All that matters is that I'm living happily, doing what I love doing, all the time. I'm not worried about anything because there is no judgment here. I am enlightened all the time. I wish a place like this really existed somewhere in another universe.