Meru, also narrating @the Concert three months ago, said the word, Breathe.
I wasn’t just nervous, I had a bully in my throat, right thru rehearsals. A cough. The concert, hosted by local talent, was all set to go in that pre- 5pm hush.
Inhale, hold, exhale. Dramatics at college and school had emphasized this one. It is life support. Nothing preserves existence like O2.
Now as I breathed in, the head cleared. My feet relaxed. O2 does things to the mind and accessories we can only guess at. Even the spike headed cough shut up. The evening was honey crystal gold, not meant to blow trumpet, just grateful for a good event. No one guessed, except my dear Meru ofcourse.
prompt : preserves. Fmfwriters
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