the happiest person i ever met was named laura. she was in her twenties and lived in chicago. she worked in a restaurant with my aunt. she had messy hair, diluted colors of all the rainbow. she had sequins and glitter glued to her green cat eye glasses. she loved trees. she rode a bike, and her helmet was covered in stickers. she loved dinosaurs, and her apartment was filled with dinosaur string lights and stickers of gay robots. her and her friend dyed my hair rainbow in her kitchen. she brought me out to see all her favorite street art. my favorite thing about her was that she always carried bubbles around with her, she told me she liked to blow bubbles because it was like she was spreading happiness. i havent seen her in years, and i dont know where she is, but i hope she’s still as happy, and i hope i can be that happy one day too.