Distance

"This distancing thing is harder than my left brain said it would be," Cindy thought. You have to walk around with a searing heart inside while you practice, while you sit silent. The anger pulses through your veins and your mind is as one that would explode. She pushes her chair back and excuses herself from the table. Cindy retreats to the bedroom. She puts on her transparent gloves that sparkle with iridescent glitter. She slowly points both hands forward and glides into the mirror. The silver slate becomes fluid and makes circles that repeat themselves moving outward as if the mirror was a still pool. Each of her fingers has led her into the land of in between. Cindy sat cross legged and began to breathe with intent. Her room seemed very far away. She stared at her bed from the other side. The beating of her heart slowed. Cindy passed into the land of in between to rest and reflect, to find the empty place that does not expect to be filled, ever.