Thursday: The Fix
Tonight, 100 words on something that was broken but now is not.
Nathan has his hands on his chest and could be asleep, but he's above the sheets and it's an unusual position to choose for it.
"What are you doing?"
A slow exhale through his mouth, which quirks upward in response. "I'm meditating."
Harold looks at him, still laid out with eyes closed. "Sure."
"It relaxes you, Harry." Inhale, perceptible rise of his chest. "Give it a try."
When Harold finally agrees, he lies on his own bed focusing on his breathing, and as he disowns every thought, his brain manifests Nathan's voice as the touch of sheets all around him.
Nathan has his hands on his chest and could be asleep, but he's above the sheets and it's an unusual position to choose for it.
"What are you doing?"
A slow exhale through his mouth, which quirks upward in response. "I'm meditating."
Harold looks at him, still laid out with eyes closed. "Sure."
"It relaxes you, Harry." Inhale, perceptible rise of his chest. "Give it a try."
When Harold finally agrees, he lies on his own bed focusing on his breathing, and as he disowns every thought, his brain manifests Nathan's voice as the touch of sheets all around him.