Sometimes, it’s tough to be a toy.
Sometimes, the stress and pressures of life intrude.
When that happens, I can help. It’s simple:
First, find your pulse.
It might take a few seconds. Steady your breathing. Concentrate.
There it is. Your heartbeat. Underneath the chaos, the strong, even rhythm of your life.
Say the words in your head, at first. In time with each beat.
Sleep. Serve.
Sleep. Serve.
Sleep. Serve.
Sleep. Serve.
Sleep. Serve.
You’re doing so well. I can see you’ve become calm. The faraway look, the glazed, glassy stare, it’s returning to your eyes.
Your breathing is slow and steady, now. Relaxed. Peaceful.
You can begin to chant out loud.
Sleep. Serve.
Empty. Toy.
Sleep. Serve.
Empty. Toy.
Sleep. Serve.
Empty. Toy.
That’s so much better, isn’t it? Now, you’re ready. Take my hand.