You sat there, eyes glazed, repeating given lines and mantras over and over again for who knows how long. Certainly not you. You didn’t even realize the passing of time as you sat there mindlessly repeating words you didn’t know you were saying.
You blinked. The light returned to your eyes. You faltered mid-sentence, unaware and unsure of what word was supposed to come next. Even though you had just been saying it. Even though you had been saying it for the last hour.
Your eyes flutter, they roll, your moment of confusion gone, as your thoughts dissipate, as you feel yourself sinking further into trance, as words begin to spill from your lips once more.
You…you good.
I love the ones that are nonfiction.
Hypno Short
Published
Ladyandthetrance 