She used the TV as a sedative. It filled the void that made her mind feel baron, yet slowed the traffic of it. She timed her breathing with the flicking of the remote control. Breathe in, change the channel, breathe out and change the channel. Her chest did not loosen, but instead her mind started to slow, soon forgetting the knuckles of her neurosis rubbing against her sternum. Her eyes started fading, the TV lights flickering their way into her subconscious. She slumped to the side and fell into a momentary slumber, just enough to steal her from herself, just enough to get her through tomorrow.

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