Kieran lost count of how long he had sat in the chair. He was comfortable with his thoughts aimlessly drifting in several different directions. He couldn't recall the last time he had felt so lax and unencumbered by a great many things.
Considering the problems that weighed on him, he had to admit that the odd sense of respite and levity was ill-suited, but he strangely enjoyed the feeling.
'It's not often that you get to just lay back and turn your mind off for a bit, even if it is an illusion built by your mind.'
For the first time in a while… his thoughts were quiet, and he enjoyed that comfortable silence as opposed to the maddening chaos he had dealt with for months on end.
