        “You can feel a slight breeze on your fur.  You can hear a soft rustling of leaves.  It makes you calm.  The sun is shining on your back.  It is warm.  You feel warm.”  Trixie paused again, and very quietly shifted her weight, until her shoulder was just touching Twilight’s.  “You can feel a friend right next to you, just touching your right shoulder.”  As she spoke, she began to lean a little closer, until they were fully in contact.  “You are very relaxed.  You can feel your own heartbeat, and your friend’s.  You can feel her breathe.”  She began to slowly match her breathing to Twilight’s.  “You can feel her breaths, and your own together.  You are her, and she is you.”  