One Apple A Day #41
Pitch Black. The first thing Jake perceived when he woke up was that it was completely dark. Not even a hint of light. He touched his eyes but they were open. Whoever put him there took a lot of care in sealing every possible light source. They took his phone and his watch, so he has nothing he can use to break that darkness.
The sight was useless.
At least it wasn’t tied. Both hands and feet were free but it would be to risky to move around without the faintest idea of where he was.
He sat and moved into his meditation posture. Legs crossed, palms on his thighs. He closed his eyes, not that it was necessary but it was part of the ritual. He focused on his breath. In and out. His heartbit slowed and he started relaxing. He followed his ritual. He had no idea how much time he had before they would come back so, why rush? Without his eyesight he needed to find other way to explore the space he was in.
Better awareness leads to better choices. Better choices lead to better actions.
He spent ten minutes sensing his body. Then, he started listening. The only sound was his breath.
Earing was useless.