Mesmerize Me
The studio smelled of soft incense and warm wood; the mats were lined up with perfect precision, and the morning light filtered gently through sheer curtains.
For an hour, the world shrank to deep breaths, slow stretches, and that shared silence that doesn’t weigh on you—it heals. Between sun salutations and held poses, my body felt light and anchored at once, as if everything were exactly where it belonged.
Afterward, still wrapped in the calm that settles into your bones, we bought matcha tea. The bitter warmth pulled me back into the present.
Kate didn’t stop talking about her afternoon date with a guy from another school, and I listened, laughing, grateful for the lightness only she coul
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