Steady Rhythm

Exams are over.
I have not gone drinking either of the last two nights as planned.
I am going to bed at 3:00 and waking at noon.
Tomorrow some people are coming over for dinner.
Elliot is out of mind and no email will be sent.
I need a costume for a party next weekend (a TV or movie character).
I have decided on the design of my next tattoo.
I feel grounded, not excited.
My breathing is how it should be, deep and even.
My bedroom is a place of exterme comfort.
Willingness and contentment surrond me.