Doom, but the demons are your desk job. Tension Neck Gremlins, Tight-Hip Trolls and the dreaded Deadline Demon have infested the office. There are no guns here. You have a mala — 108 prayer beads — and one very good Om.
A loop of beads arcs through the air, lands on the nearest gremlin and calms it — it turns gold — it sits down in lotus right where it stood, and stays there. Missed beads land on the floor; walk over them to pick them back up. The Deadline Demon doesn't respond to beads at all — for him you'll have to sit down, breathe, and send the zen out. Beads restring themselves faster while you're still.
Roll your shoulders. Unclench your jaw. Then get back in there.
Happens to the best of us. Deep breath — and try again.
You sat down in the middle of a Friday deadline and sent calm outward until the demon crossed his legs and closed his eyes. Mum still doesn't know you do yoga. Your secret is safe with us.
Enjoyed the fake yoga? The real thing is even better for your neck.
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