Meditation

A gentle warm breeze of the early summer brushes across Kelli’s face. Here she finds peace in a fast-paced world. She slows her breathing until it becomes one with the earth she sits on. She becomes aware of every blade of grass tickling her calves, the rustle of each individual leaf in the trees.

“Hey, Kells! What are you up to? Meditating?”

“What do you want, James?” Kelli says through gritted teeth, eyes clenched shut.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Go. Away. James.” Veins begin throbbing on Kelli’s forehead.

“Meditation is great way to relax,” are the last words James says before the coma.