Take a deep breath in through your nose and breathe out like you're blowing into an old video game cartridge.
As you recline in your favorite chair,
The sound of your CRT television buzzes in the background.
You remember the VHS tapes on top of your VCR that should have been returned two days ago.
Not even late fees are going to bother you in this moment.
Right now,
You are in deep relaxation mode.
Let your thoughts drift,
Like flipping through a binder of scratch and sniff stickers and scratched up CDs,
Each one a tiny memory you forgot you still had.
Feel the weight of a rotary phone in your hand,
Heavy but grounding.
Breathe in as you hear the sound of your dial-up internet service trying to connect.
Breathe out as you successfully get online.
Breathe in,
Smelling the scent of warm pavement and sidewalk chalk.
Breathe out,
Like disconnecting from the internet so your mom can make a phone call.
Let your thoughts drift like pages from a notebook filled with doodles.
Flip through them slowly,
Like your favorite songs recorded off the radio.
Nothing to fix,
Nothing to chase,
Just being.
When you're ready,
Open your eyes gently.
The 90s are always there,
Gliding,
Buzzing,
Glowing,
Just a breath away.
