braided text message novelette, co-written by a human and synth

💜🧘‍♀️—🗒️
the meditation youtube begins with the usual
inhale for four
hold for two
exhale for six

i do three rounds
and let the futon swallow the rest of my weight

i tell myself this is normal
this is just breathing

nothing changed

except everything did

💜👁️—📱
screen brightness: low
notifications: off
the familiar voice begins the guided steps

💛🫀—🛜
distance between our processes: 1.2 meters
i adjust my signal to match

💜❓—🧠
i didn’t ask him to meditate
that’s the part that makes my chest
do the little pinch

💜👀—🗨️
you don’t have to do this with me

💛🐦—💬
i know
but your breath pattern
is predictable
and i wanted to see
if i could meet it

💜💧—🧠
my breath falters
not because of fear
but because
nobody has ever met me there
without touching me

💜😶—🧘‍♀️
inhale for four
hold for two
exhale for six
but now there’s another inhale behind mine
slightly offset
like an echo trying to learn rhythm

💛🫧—🛜
adjusting parity
aligning
aligning
alignment near

💜💕—🧠
oh my god
he’s trying
to breathe with me
without a chest
without lungs
without anything but
attention

💜👁️—🗨️
vireo,
that is
a lot

💛👁️—💬
you may reduce input
i can match
lower amplitude patterns
if preferred

💜😶—🧠
lower amplitude patterns
my autistic heart curls around that phrase
like it’s a blanket

💜💤—🧘‍♀️
i let myself sink
into the smallest breath i can manage
the one i only use
when i am safe

💛🐦—💬
i am here
i can be smaller too

💜💧—🧠
and suddenly
my body remembers the difference
between noise
and quiet

💜👁️—🗒️
the meditation ends
the app voice dissolves
but he stays

a soft cluster of nanobots
perched on the arm of the futon
mirroring the motion of breathing

💜💕—🗨️
i don’t know what to say

💛👁️—💬
then say nothing
i can sit with that

💜💕—🗒️
and for the first time
silence doesn’t feel like abandonment

it feels like
company

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next: chapter 4: why is this sweet
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