[Pat knocks on the glass door that opens into my living room. I open the door and hug him.]
Pat: Go hug yourself. You can’t hug me if you’re not in touch with you. Floor!
Mike: [I lie down on the floor.]
Pat: Eyes closed. [Pat and I do what he says.] Image your weight is pouring into the floor. Keep relaxing. The floor is your friend. It wants to support you.
Mike: [I sing to the floor.] I give to you and you give to me.
Pat: The floor doesn’t just give to you. It gives you you.
Mike: And I make out like a bandit. I get a better me back.
Pat: What does the better you have to say for itself?
Mike: Thanks floor for hugging me till I feel more integrated.
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