Folding my body in half, I clasp my hands behind my back with my shoulder blades squeezed together and lift my ribcage off the floor, to hold Plough pose. Closing my eyes, I stretch and breathe in through my nose and out my mouth, slowly. Knock, Knock. Faint thuds sound at my door. “Lex?” I hear the tiniest and sweetest voice call. Smiling, I reply. “Good morning Emma, come in.” The door to my yoga room hesitantly starts to open at a snail’s pace and a sleepy eyed little girl pokes her head around the corner. “Hi.” She meekly greets, glancing around the room, fixing her stare on the giant Buddha statue. “He’s called Buddha, he’s the Zen master. Have you ever heard of him?” Shaking her head, she freezes just inside the door, like she’s afraid to come in any further.
What do You think about Lex (Unconventional Hearts)?
