Chapter 100

I put everything into doing just that, remember the techniques I used when I stayed in the home and couldn’t relax or sleep on nights when everything got to me too much. I picture a meadow, a sweet-scented field full of pretty flowers, and one by one, as I walk through them, I count the heads, picking them out, touching them as I go. I visualize the colors, the feel of their soft, silky petals on my fingers, and how the subtle scent blows around on the breeze. They all dance and sway in ripples, coming to me in mixed smells. It helps me drift into a calmer state of mind. The noise of nature drowning out everything else in my mind’s eye. If I can just focus my energy for a little while, I can get through this. Once I’m out of here, and on my way, it’ll be easier. It seems to work. I drift into a semi hazy state of rest, and before I know it, an hour or more has passed, and it’s getting dull outside. I come to, aware I’ve lost time and must have slept, blinking at the sudden light change