Open the Door
Cheryl Moffett Cheryl Moffett

Open the Door

I sat there, trying my best to be still. Close my eyes, let my mind stop talking, creating, complaining, what ifing, dreaming, planning. I had 28 minutes to go; I could open the door and let the cool air in, but I needed this for my physical healing, so I've heard.

The sauna door remained shut. I planted my feet on the floor, closed my eyes,

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