The Mindful Morning

I crossed my feet and mindfully watched my ankles rub together. I felt the tingly heat from the friction against my skin. It quickly danced up my legs and thighs and settled in my belly. I inhaled. Deeply. The leftover warmth swirled up my spine and then down my arms. I exhaled slowly, letting my eyelids close and my belly release. “Are you sure you don’t want a Xanax?” I could hear the words echoing off the walls in the small, well-decorated den. I opened my eyes as I shook my head. The artwork against the walls had been...

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