IT DOESN'T TAKE MUCH TO MAKE ME HAPPY

I dreamt that I was at a party with my social media friends, followers, and family. Everyone ignored me, and they talked about me, to my family, behind my back. I shouted out, "We should order pizza!", and woke myself up. I woke up with a migraine, but I had a pizza in the freezer, and migraine meds. So, I took the meds for the migraine, and  popped the pizza in the oven. The migraine meds worked, about the same time the pizza was done. It was a personal pan, gluten free pizza, and it was delicious. Now, I'm wondering - is this really all it takes to make me happy? That I am happy to discover the worst part of my life - is just a bad dream , the ailments I have - are quickly relieved with effective medication, that I have with me.  Then there's the pizza, well that was just a bonus, and I really am happy that it was gluten free, because I like pizza, and gluten makes me sick enough to put me in the hospital. Side note: hospitals don't serve gluten free pizza, and I am not in the hospital, and so, that makes me extra happy.😊