Gazing up at the decorated ceiling, and her canopy bed, Ambai was in a daze. She thought about how that devil said her thoughts were too chaotic. "Hmm, how can I control that," she wondered.
"If I remember my most calming moment, I might be able to stop thinking," She mumbled. Thinking back she had always been hyperactive, there was never a moment that she sat still.
Except… that one day she went to the beach. The soft waves, warm sunlight, and the soothing sound of waves managed to calm her hyper self. She just floated around thinking about nothing.
"Maybe If I can replicate that feeling I would stop thinking," she whispered.
With her eyes closed, she pulled the duvet close to her chin. Lying still, she remembered the way she floated, how the ocean waves softly caressed her skin, how cool the water was. How the sound of gushing waves echoed underwater.
