Breathe in peace, that’s what they say, to reduce anxiety, better yet, take a holiday. Imagine a white sandy beach, oh, I've done that before. Closing my eyes, all I see is a door. Daring myself to open it, greeted by Munch’s Scream. Why is stress like a very bad dream? I slam it shut. I prefer it that way. Letting tension manifest in my body, erupting out in illness someday.

Fingernails diving deep, into the flannel green. Picking up the puzzle piece, the one we’ve never seen. Feeling the rough edges, cardboard corrugated. The colors and shapes match, much anticipated. Adjoining touch, press. Angles instantly click. The image becomes clear, our own bailiwick. Blind-sighted so many times, dreams perhaps our foes. Being in the moment now, fears and worries, dispose. A bird's eye view of decades...