741Hz Junk Disapproval

When I sit down on the cushion, I often get a panic attack. On closer inspection, it even takes me a few moments to sit down. This morning, waking up at dawn, I hear the call of the cushion. The apartment is quiet, the city too, I get up and walk towards it. My breathing shortens, a feeling of oppression arrives. Instead of going in hard as I often do, I put my hands on the windowsill for a few moments, I watch the rain fall, I listen to the sound of the drops.