Chapter ElevenI’m walking toward the kitchen.
There’s a jingle of keys, and then the front door opens and Felix steps in.
“Hey,” I say. “What are you doing home so early?”
“I always try to eat lunch at home when I can.” He changes his sneakers for his home flip-flops. “I’m only here for an hour.”
At the mention of lunch, my stomach growls like a grouchy dwarf.
Felix grins. “Yes, I’ll make something for you too.”
I’m back in my room. Back to sitting in a lotus pose.
I finally got to experience Headspace.
Now that I’m out of there, I can really appreciate how trippy that place was.
It also seems like I just had my first conscious vision. That, or I saw the most uneventful hallucination in the history of mental illness.
Untangling my legs, I get up. According to my phone, it’s lunch
