Piece of the Day

The cat was fed.
He slept lazily, partially under the bed,
his tail of woe peeking from under the skirt.

And she smiled as she passed by.

Eight months had gone by and he has decided that he can trust her this much.

She silenced the television, turned off the phone, and closed the lid of her laptop.

This was her piece of the day.
This was her peace of the day.

She focused on emptying her mind of its detritus.
She then focused harder to empty it of others.
Breathe deeply in.
Exhale, she told herself.
It's all you really have to do.

The loneliness she used to feel had kept her from being able to sit still.  Now she worshiped and protected her solitude.

Breathing in, exhaling out,
her spirit peeked out from its hiding place,
and she smiled as she passed by.