<strong>Name:</strong>Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>About eight months ago<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Elena<br/><br/><strong>"Just thinking about the past. I've seen my share of nastiness in life, and been through it, too. I might share one of these days." </strong>He offered her a thin smile.<strong>"Just leave the brush on the nightstand when you're done, alright? I'm going to meditate. You're welcome to join me if you want."</strong>Though he knew she needed rest; he wouldn't fault her for just wanting to try to get some sleep, either.<br/><br/>He would walk back out of the bedroom, and move to sit down on the floor in front of the book case.  He folded his legs  and straightened his back perfectly into what is known as the Lotus position, his eyes closed and focused on nothing.<br/><br/>When he had the time to do it, this was how he de-stressed himself. This was very therapeutic for him,  It was a bonus he occasionally experienced, too, where he'd come out of, hours later, with some profound insight. Rare, but, some times it happened. He was kind of hoping for that this evening.