Reclusion : 1.1
"Now breathe from the deepest part of your lungs,
filling them with air all the way to the top.
One… Two… Three… Four… Five…
Hold.
One… Two… Three… Four… Five.
Release and breathe out slowly from the top of your lungs to the bottom…
One… Two… Three… Four… Five.
Keep your mind clear.
Breath in…
One… Two… Three…"
Mind clear… mind clear… keep my mind clear…
Oh crap, hold…
Mind clear… Mind clear… Elephant…
Mind cl- wait, what? Gah. Stop.
Breathing out now… I wonder what Jasper's doing?
No… I wonder what Edward's doing... Poor kid.
Sunny days stink.
Though he really wouldn't have this problem if he just bit B-
Oh, sorry, Edward…
What? Breathe out? What about the breathing in!?
Ah, I suck at this whole calming thing…
"…Five…
Now hold.
Notice what is called the bottom of the breath.
In which we find that we-"
I plucked the headphones from my ears.
I was forcing meditation on myself.
Which is why I fail at it.
Opening my eyes, I realized that I didn't spend any time at all with that 'exciting' activity.
The trees out my window were still covered in the same, unusual bright light.
These are the days I wish I could sleep.
Standing up, I walked to my closet... Which was more like a personal mall in itself…
Looking to spend time doing something, I checked to see if anything was out of order…
Coded by color, fabric, weather type, and various others that would only confuse anybody else but me.
It was perfect…
Damn.
I'll just go occupy Edward.
He might actually benefit from my boredom.
I walked toward the door, wasting time with lacking speed.
Edward was at my door when I opened it.
Honestly, it didn't surprise me at all.
"You know, you don't need to worry about me all the time. You can take a break now and then. And I'm fine, by the way… Also, if you're looking to calm down, you could just go to Jasper…" He folded his arms halfway through.
I mimicked his arm movements, "Well fine then… I mean, it's not like your irritable at all. Maybe you're the one who should go see Jasper. I, on the other hand, was actually attempting to help your home-bound agony."
His face softened, nearly apologetically, but on the verge of being amused. My assumptions were confirmed when he smiled and said, "Sorry."
I nodded.
Up for a game of extreme ping-pong?
His face went back to its former position and he growled, "Stop trying to make me feel better!"
"What are you talking about? I'm just dying for a rousing game of ping-pong."
He growled again before disappearing down the hall quickly and into his room.
PMS.
He roared from his room, and I couldn't help but snicker before going down the stairs. Jasper was sitting on the couch, staring at a blank television set. He looked as if he'd just recovered from laughing. How tragic this picture was…
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing."