The Effects of Yoga
"Querida, what are you doing?" Jesse asked me.
It was a good question considering I was literally bent over backwards.
"Yoga," I said as I raised myself back up. "That was a bridge I was doing."
Back in mountain pose I proceeded to do a downward facing dog pose.
"Why are you doing it?" Jesse asked.
Well I guess that was a good question, at least for Jesse, who being born in 1830 didn't know what yoga was. You see Jesse was a ghost. He died in 1850 and still had that mind set.
"For relaxation and exercise."
"Relaxation?" Jesse said questioningly.
Ok now it was just getting ridicules.
"Surely you know what relaxation is Jesse."
Jesse straightened. "Well, yes, I do. I was just wondering how these presumptuous poses are supposed to help you do so."
Presumptuous, that was a new one, even for Jesse, who often told me my wardrobe was vulgar. I knew what presumptuous meant so I didn't need to ask. Instead I just said, "It's not really the poses that relax you but the breathing techniques that you use with it."
"Breathing techniques? How exactly are you breathing any different?" Jesse said curiously.
I realized then that I was going to have to give Jesse a yoga lesson. Not that I really minded. I knew a few good poses Jesse would look fantastic doing.
"Ok Jesse, when you do yoga you need to take deep breaths. You should be able to hear yourself breathing."
Yes I realize the hypocrisy of telling someone who technically breathed their last 150 years ago that they needed to take deep breathes but the thing is ghost do breath. Not that they have to. It's just habitual thing. So no I didn't feel stupid telling Jesse how to breathe while doing yoga. I just felt lame.
You see Jesse is a super hot guy, hottest I've ever seen, and not just that, but I also happen to be hopelessly in love with him. So while I might get my kicks out of seeing Jesse do some yoga moves, I ultimately lost because I had to embarrass myself in front of him to get to the point where I could see him doing something such as what I just finished, downward facing dog pose.
So as I finished up telling Jesse how to breathe, I decided it might be better if I just showed him.
"Ok Jesse, breathe like this," and I took a deep breath.
"Your breathing sounds like the ocean," Jesse said.
I thought this funny because you could actually hear the real ocean through my open bedroom window. But that was beside the point.
"Yes it does. Now can you do the same?" I asked him.
"Susannah I don't need to breathe," Jesse said.
"I know that Jesse. I also know you still can. So can you breathe like I just did?"
Looking resigned Jesse took a deep breath. He obviously hadn't wanted to. But he did any way.
"Good Jesse," I said. "You have great lung capacity." Ok now that was stupid but continued with saying, "You'll need to use that if you want to learn some poses."
That's when Jesse got a frustrated look on his face.
"Susannah," he said, "I can think of something much better to use my great lung capacity for than those stupid poses."
"Oh like what?" I challenged.
"Like this," he said as he pulled me to him and kissed me.
Then the worst thing imaginable happened. I woke up. It was just a dream. Should have known since I don't do yoga. But looking back at the dream, maybe I'll start.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed. And for those of you reading The Mediator of the Salem Witch Trials, sorry I haven't updated. Life's been crazy. But I do hope to upload the next chapter in the next few days. Thanks for reading and please review.