Go back to very beginning
....
You hear your name again.
You continue working diligently, as if nothing happened.
...
Nighttime...
Your eyes are tired. Dry and tired.
Blink a little to refresh them.
and yes, you yawn.
Yawn for another time, as yawning helps you do only what yawning does.
Yawn again for a good measure, as it helps to relax you.
Do you feel how that yawn is a luxurious movement, how it moves every one of those
yawning muscles, from the yawn jaw, the yawn throat, to the yawn brain?
And your eyes, they are relaxing as you yawn like you want to yawn.
Remember that story about Mary?
Some kids online came up with their own rendition of the Mary curse.
It generally goes something like this:
Mary was once a beautiful young lady, admired by all of her town's men.
She could afford to be proud, haughty, and selective about her choice of
her companion for the day, as had never more so could those men look at something
so beautiful as her. But one day, when she was in the kitchens of her house,
she tripped a pot of scalding oil onto her face, and thus ruined her countenance.
She retreated to the seclusion of her room, bemoaning her appearance and
spying so jealously at the other maidens outside, gallivanting with what used to be her suitors.
She covered every mirror and threw out every reflective surface in her household
in order to avoid looking at any hint of her appearance.
And one day, years from the incident, she crept to the largest mirror of her house, to take
a peek at what she had been. She uncovered the massive mirror, it being as great as a wall,
and saw her self for the first time in so long.
And she saw she was UGLY. Scars, unhealed tissue, and mottlelations.
She screamed and cried, and clawed at her face, attempting to scratch it off.
In her misery, she looked up and saw, her beautiful young self, a version in the mirror.
How could this be?
She was so entranced with her reflection, and with wonderment in her face, stepped toward the mirror, and kept walking and walking toward her beautiful self.
She was never seen in the real life again.
Great Story
Yawn...
You hear your name again.
You continue working diligently, as if nothing happened.
...
Nighttime...
Your eyes are tired. Dry and tired.
Blink a little to refresh them.
and yes, you yawn.
Yawn for another time, as yawning helps you do only what yawning does.
Yawn again for a good measure, as it helps to relax you.
Do you feel how that yawn is a luxurious movement, how it moves every one of those
yawning muscles, from the yawn jaw, the yawn throat, to the yawn brain?
And your eyes, they are relaxing as you yawn like you want to yawn.
Remember that story about Mary?
Some kids online came up with their own rendition of the Mary curse.
It generally goes something like this:
Mary was once a beautiful young lady, admired by all of her town's men.
She could afford to be proud, haughty, and selective about her choice of
her companion for the day, as had never more so could those men look at something
so beautiful as her. But one day, when she was in the kitchens of her house,
she tripped a pot of scalding oil onto her face, and thus ruined her countenance.
She retreated to the seclusion of her room, bemoaning her appearance and
spying so jealously at the other maidens outside, gallivanting with what used to be her suitors.
She covered every mirror and threw out every reflective surface in her household
in order to avoid looking at any hint of her appearance.
And one day, years from the incident, she crept to the largest mirror of her house, to take
a peek at what she had been. She uncovered the massive mirror, it being as great as a wall,
and saw her self for the first time in so long.
And she saw she was UGLY. Scars, unhealed tissue, and mottlelations.
She screamed and cried, and clawed at her face, attempting to scratch it off.
In her misery, she looked up and saw, her beautiful young self, a version in the mirror.
How could this be?
She was so entranced with her reflection, and with wonderment in her face, stepped toward the mirror, and kept walking and walking toward her beautiful self.
She was never seen in the real life again.
Great Story
Yawn...