Chapter FifteenI’m awake at six a.m. on a Saturday, for the first time ever. I guess this is what happens when you go to sleep so early.
I go through my morning routine and share an oatmeal breakfast with Fluffster.
“Did Ariel come home last night?” I ask as we finish up.
“No,” he says. “She didn’t.”
“We’re supposed to go to the gym today. I hope she doesn’t flake on me.”
Fluffster shakes his head disapprovingly and joins me when I head back into my room.
He curls up on my bed, and I decide to work on getting another vision.
The meditation goes smoother than ever; I’m clearly getting better at it.
My palms get warm in record time, and lightning hits my eyes.
I’m surrounded by a new set of shapes.
How do I—or Headspace or whoever—decide where I end up when I first appear here? Sho
