Hell: Being confined with strangers I have to make a speech to. We’re in a boutique, the air is dry, I’m tired, and everything smells like gasoline and new clothes. Every couple of seconds, there is a repetitive beep, and people are impatiently waiting for me to figure out the beamer.
Heaven: With good friends and a few calm dogs. We’re in the woods, the air is warm, there’s a stream gurgling nearby. We are unpacking our picknick of sandwiches, cold pizza, donuts and lemonade. I can smell the earth and hear birds chirping. When I’m back home, I will read a good book while soaking in the tub, happily tired.