Closing my eyes, I tried my best to clear my thoughts. I wrestled until the last shrivel of unwanted images were pushed away from my subconscious. Against the darkness of my closed eyelids, I pictured a calm lake, its surface as still as an unmoving rock. The noise that surrounded me died down, replaced by a gentle humming. You can’t screw this up, Kay. You can’t screw this up.
A flood of air inflated my lungs as I took a deep breath. The fast pounding of my heart slowed down until I could no longer hear its beating inside my ears. It was then that I saw a mental image of a single drop of water fell from the sky. It hurtled downward through the air like an arrow shot by Cupid himself. The lonesome tear seemed to whistle through the atmosphere faster and faster as it drew closer and close
