She sits in quiet reflection, the fan blowing warm summer air on the back of her neck. As her eyelids start to feel heavy, she slowly closes them to protect her tired eyes from the rays of sunshine invading her room. She concentrates on the white noise from the fan. It moves back and forth, trying to bring the temperature in the small Capital Hill apartment down to a tolerable level. Her breathing starts to fall in line with the fan's mesmerizing rhythm. Colors start to dance behind her closed eyelids.
Her eyes suddenly open... The neighbors are having a ridiculous conversation outside her window. Bill seems to think you should water the one little patch of grass in the courtyard for at least an hour in this heat, while Diane believes 20 minutes should suffice. Rosemary rolls her eyes and decides to move to a more peaceful room in the apartment. She certainly can't relax with that debate raging on.
The bedroom, although a bit warmer, does shield her from the mind boggling dilemma of grass watering schedules. Now, back to her "homework." The new therapist has a new plan and Rosemary has decided to give it a chance. What the hell, it couldn't hurt. Right? Meditation always sounded so "new age" to her, but whatever would help her get a little sleep and quiet the nightmares was worth a shot...
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