Staring at the ink stain, I realize that I have yet to begin my experiments tonight. Looking at the time and seeing it's just about 6 PM I decided that right now is the perfect time to try the third method listed in Dororthy.
Meditation.
Just thinking about it, I feel stupid. According to those books, they clearly are just meaningless words printed in such a way that it makes a full sentence but still says nothing of meaning, I start to 'Empty my mind, and sense the world.' Emptying my mind...
[1 Minute Later]
'This is impossible. How the hell am I mean to empty my mind and then subsequently try to find whatever makes my heart rush with strange feelings?'
Opening my eyes, I look at the meditation books for anything else that might help my current situation. Looking at their described postures, in something called a lotus position, I head to my room to attempt the lotus position.
Sitting on my bed, with my legs crossed, I start to calm my breathing. After calming my breathing, I start to try and empty my mind and at the same time sense whatever is in my heart.
After a few minutes of trying and getting nothing of interest, I open my eyes and get ready to try another method of discovery. But what I opened my eyes to was not my bedroom. Looking around at this new environment, I see that apart from in front of me, where there is a dim light, I'm surrounded by what I can only assume is the void.
"Well, this isn't good." Trying to speak, but no sound was heard. I don't feel like I'm breathing either, nor can I smell anything or taste the roof of my mouth. Seeing that most of my senses were not working, I return my gaze to the dim light in front of me.
Upon closer observation, I see that the dim light is constantly changing colours, however, it remains in a small sphere-like state. Seeing that it isn't moving either, I attempt to touch it.
Almost immediately after touching it, I felt a visceral pain in my heart. Wincing while holding my heart I open my eyes to be back in my room. It was at this moment that I blacked out from the pain. (A/N: I would say the pain is comparable to flicking one of your nuts on accident, but you know, in the heart and ten times worse.)
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[Next Morning]
"Zane. Zane!" I heard someone calling me.
"Yea?" I mumbled out.
"Are you ok? Your sweating and shaking!"
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"Huh?"
Regaining consciousness on my bed, I tried to look at who was talking to me, but my eyes were too blurry. However, I could tell it was my mother. Trying to look down at where I am I notice a large dark patch beneath where I lay. Oh my god, no way I wet the bed. After smelling it to make sure, it didn't have that distinct odour of pee but instead sweat. Remembering the pain I went through last night, I started sweating again. Whatever I did, I'm not doing that again.
"Yea, I'm ok. Just a bad dream."
There's no way I'm explaining that I touched a shiny core and then blacked out from the pain it caused.
"Hmmm, Ok. Go have a shower and I'll clean your bedsheets."
"Ok."
Getting up and almost falling over, I get a change of clothes before I hold the wall for support for my journey to the shower. While in it, I make the shower hotter than usual in an attempt to wash out the feeling of pain from last night with no luck.
After one of the hottest showers of my life, I return back to my room to see my bed how it was before, just without the sweat patches and smells pretty good now. Mom magic, I tell you. I don't know where she keeps duplicates of my bedsheets, or even why, but I am thankful I still don't have to make my own bed yet.
Walking into the kitchen for breakfast, I say good morning to my parents before sitting down at the table and start to daydream again. But before I could start my mother spoke up.
"Now that you are 8, you need to start learning to take care of yourself. I'll show you how to do your bedsheets and clothes in the washing machine, but I'm not washing them anymore."
How is it that I always end up jinxing myself?
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A/N: Author here. Or is it?
yea. Anyways, I woke up after like 9 hours of sleep. Pretty good in my books. I saw a notification from webnovel that said ill be recommended today in the fresh books category. NO idea how but yay regardless. This chapter was mostly based on my experience as a child going into a Buddhist temple, attempting to meditate and then sleeping for 4 hours in their meditation hall. I was assured by the monks there that I was meditating but I digress.
Sorry for all the dudes that flinched when I wrote my note explaining what the pain was like.
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