it almost felt holy when i spread the rice on the floor.
 
a wave of the hand and my mat of pain was before me.
 
looked at it a moment, oh how it beacons me to my task.
 
i position myself. kowtow.
 
feeling painful indentions into my flesh
 
1 min pass: mind, focus for me please i beg away the pain.
 
3 min pass: sudden imaginings of a nonexistent presence behind me
 
6 min pass: did Someone touch me, i whimper mentally?
 
7 min pass: head swimming, feeling pain but imagining pleasure
 
8 min pass: only 1 more min of this floating, sadness enters me.
 
9 min pass: silence, just my breathing
 
10 min pass:
 
11 min pass:
 
12 min pass: what is THAT damn buzzing sound!?
 
oh. turns off microwave timer.
 
sighs.
 
until tomorrow.
 



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