I pause looking out over the group. Aqua pinks, cyan greens, and unspeakable lavender jumpsuits lay before me.
“Bow your heads, let your minds open. Open your minds to me.”
They do as they’re told. Why wouldn’t they? It’s for their health.
“One last time, breathe in...and out. Now hold.”
Breathing stops, movement stops. They freeze with eyes closed, heads bowed, minds open. Just not their skulls. Yet.
I grab my curly straw.