It’s empty for seconds, my head. The only thing I was aware of was the air getting in and out of me. My lungs seemed to embrace my heart and lazily caressed it. When I got out of the tub, my skin has discovered a new way of breathing; and I couldn’t feel my head. It was a mixture of relaxed bliss and something else that distorted my sense of balance for a while. It was both the feeling of the fresh nothingness from waking up, and the lure of that half-sensing moment before sleep.
It was the warm water, the silent post-midnight air, the tub that transformed itself into a waveless ocean, and the lotus position.
It was me.
