“Robert,”
Strauss calls, “Try closing your eyes.”
“What?”
Robert shouts back, “Now? In the middle of this?”
The
nib of the giant pen races up behind them. Strauss spins the
steering wheel and the car veers out of its path, narrowly avoiding
collision.
“Yes,”
he shouts, “Now.”
“Okay,”
Robert replies uneasily, holding onto the door handle to steady
himself. “What now?”
“I
want you to picture yourself,” Strauss shouts, “Floating high
above that pen. Can you do that?”
Robert
squeezes his eyes tight shut, trying to control his breathing. “I'll
give it a go,” he shouts.
He
focuses on his breathing first, ignoring as best he can what's
happening around him. “I'm floating,” he whispers to himself,
“High in the sky, just a leaf in the breeze.”
