(Not So) Far Away
Breathe in... 2... 3... 4...
Hold... 2... 3... 4...
Breathe out... 2... 3... 4...
Hold... 2... 3... 4...
My eyes see paperwork a mile high. My ears hear a cranky boss exclaiming about this catastrophe or that. My face feels the pain of yet another sinus infection and stopped up nose. My neck cricks in discomfort, my back aches and my skin crawls with the desire to be anywhere but here.
Breathe in... 2... 3... 4...
I can almost see my Happy Place, with birds twittering on the branches of trees overhead, swaying gently in the breeze.
Hold... 2... 3... 4...
I can hear water rushing off to do whatever it is rushing water does and I idly wonder at the fact that it does indeed sound like babbling.
Breathe out... 2... 3... 4...
Sunshine washes over me, making my hair grow warm and tempting me to lift my face, eyes closed, to the light. Grass underfoot proves as soft as any carpet and the feel of the hammock supporting my weight is surprisingly soft, encouraging my back and neck to release some of the tension and simply be quiet.
Hold... 2... 3... 4...
I can feel chaos breathing down my neck, warning me that it will only give me a moment more of peace before the illusion cracks like a breaking mirror around me.
Still... it can wait... just a few more seconds... 2... 3... 4...
Written for the therealljidol Home Game for Idol Minor.
Hold... 2... 3... 4...
Breathe out... 2... 3... 4...
Hold... 2... 3... 4...
My eyes see paperwork a mile high. My ears hear a cranky boss exclaiming about this catastrophe or that. My face feels the pain of yet another sinus infection and stopped up nose. My neck cricks in discomfort, my back aches and my skin crawls with the desire to be anywhere but here.
Breathe in... 2... 3... 4...
I can almost see my Happy Place, with birds twittering on the branches of trees overhead, swaying gently in the breeze.
Hold... 2... 3... 4...
I can hear water rushing off to do whatever it is rushing water does and I idly wonder at the fact that it does indeed sound like babbling.
Breathe out... 2... 3... 4...
Sunshine washes over me, making my hair grow warm and tempting me to lift my face, eyes closed, to the light. Grass underfoot proves as soft as any carpet and the feel of the hammock supporting my weight is surprisingly soft, encouraging my back and neck to release some of the tension and simply be quiet.
Hold... 2... 3... 4...
I can feel chaos breathing down my neck, warning me that it will only give me a moment more of peace before the illusion cracks like a breaking mirror around me.
Still... it can wait... just a few more seconds... 2... 3... 4...
Written for the therealljidol Home Game for Idol Minor.