Percussion

Version Crimson.7

It was a step or four down from the hotel suite but Riveta felt more relaxed here in the seedy motel.

She missed Stone.

She lay back on the bed. The couple upstairs were stomping around again. She tried to steady her breathing. Tried to change the way she heard the noise, the way the Professor had described. To become open to it, to change her borders, so that the thumping wasn't an intrusion but part of the landscape.

She wondered where Stone had ended up. If it was like this for him.
She was scared, she could admit that, the small sharp spike at the end of every inhalation. She knew she was in something deep. She exhaled.

The thumping continued.