Ellie wakes up twisted on the couch like a pretzel someone abandoned mid‑recipe.71Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8iBFzLsWsg
Pluto is fully sprawled across her spine like a furry paperweight.
Ellie tries to sit up.
Her body makes a noise that can only be described as a haunted door hinge.
"...I think I died."
Ana walks in with her morning tea, takes one look, and sighs.
"You need yoga."
Ellie groans.
"I need a new body."
Ruth enters, holding a laundry basket.
"Yoga is cheaper."
Ellie collapses back onto the couch with a dramatic whimper.
The yoga studio is too bright. Too clean. Too full of people who look like they were born flexible.
Ellie freezes in the doorway, clutching her water bottle like a security blanket.
The air smells like eucalyptus, lavender, and something that might be enlightenment but could also be mildew.
Ana steps inside like she's entering a sacred temple. Calm. Serene. Already barefoot.
Ellie stares at the shoe rack.
She whispers, "Why is everyone barefoot? Why are we barefoot."
"Because it's grounding."
"It's unsanitary."
A woman in a matching sage‑green set bends into a stretch that looks illegal. Ellie watches her spine curve like a question mark and immediately regrets coming.
Ana signs them in at the front desk with the confidence of someone who has done this a thousand times. Ellie hovers behind her like a nervous Victorian child.
They walk into the main room. Mirrors everywhere. Soft music. People stretching in ways that make Ellie's joints ache just from looking.
Ellie attempts a warm‑up stretch she sees someone else doing. Her back pops like bubble wrap.
"I think I just dislocated my soul."
Ana gently adjusts Ellie's shoulders.
"Relax."
"I am relaxed. This is my relaxed face."
It is absolutely not her relaxed face.
The instructor glides over — a woman with a voice so calm it feels like a threat.
"Welcome, goddesses."
Ellie looks at Ana like, help me.
Ana just smiles.
***
The class begins with soft music and a voice that sounds like it's floating in from another dimension.
"Let's begin in Mountain Pose."
Ellie stands there like a confused tree.
Ana's posture is perfect. Ellie's is... present.
"Inhale... exhale..."
Ellie inhales too fast, chokes on her own breath, and tries to pretend she didn't.
"Now flow into Forward Fold."
Ellie bends. Her hamstrings scream. Something pops.
She whispers, "I think I just unlocked a new injury."
Ana bites back a smile.
"You're doing great."
"I'm doing gravity's job."
***
Ruth stands in the kitchen like a drill sergeant of domesticity.
"Okay. Today you're going to learn how to cook one adult meal."
Zadie salutes with a wooden spoon.
"Yes, chef!"
"Don't call me that."
Zadie immediately dumps half a jar of seasoning into a bowl.
"Why would you—no. Stop. Put that down."
Zadie dances while stirring, humming loudly, already telling a story.
"So then I told her—wait, am I supposed to be chopping something?"
Ruth hands her a knife like she's handing a toddler a chainsaw.
"Carefully. Please. Carefully."
Zadie chops vegetables with the chaotic energy of someone who has only seen cooking on TikTok.
"Slow down. You're not in a montage."
Zadie slices faster.
"Zadie. Zadie. ZADIE."
Zadie stops, holding a carrot like it personally offended her.
"Okay, okay. I'm calm. I'm zen. I'm one with the vegetables."
She immediately drops a piece on the floor.
Pluto appears out of nowhere to eat it.
"Great. Now the cat's involved."71Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpQJKYXDGB1
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