Written 19 December 2018
Every workday morning, Edith did the same thing.
She'd find a seat on the 6.32 train, close her eyes and fall into what she called the commute state. She guessed it was basically meditation, but since her yoga teacher and various friends had never properly described what meditation is supposed to be, she decided this was her own thing.
She would put her head right back, allowing her eyes to roll, as she kept her eyelids loosely shut, and she would simply let her mind wonder.
And the things she saw, oh my. Polar bear award ceremonies, cat picnics, a mountain that was also an ostrich. Some days she just sat on a beautiful, grassy hill overlooking a river, with the comforting spring sun warming her. Other days she would embark on grand epic adventures, taking on orks, armed penguins and all sorts of nasty Bastards.
She was vaguely aware that she could be quite active in the physical world when she was in her commute state. Flailing limbs and fluttering eyelids. But she didn't care, as virtually every day she arrived at work feeling well rested and ready to give her all at the soul sucking ad agency she worked for.
And without fail, she would freak out the person sat next to her, which was a nice added bonus.