He took deep breaths, and put himself into
what his mother called “the zone.” He pictured it. He pictured it
in all the ways he had ever seen it portrayed, and he pushed his
fear away. This was nothing to fear. This was something to deal
with. He dealt with scary things on Wall Street every day. He could
do this.
Suddenly, he felt it arrive. It was cool. It
was cool in the way that a nice evening was cool and refreshing. It
was cool in the way that a cool pool felt on a hot summer day.
He opened his eyes. It stood in front of
him. It was covered from head to toe in a cloak like he had
imagined, but the cloak was different.
It wasn’t black and dark. The cloak was
grey, almost colorless, and it almost covered this thing he had
summoned completely. He tried to look past the cloak and look at
it. He looked at the uncovered parts. It wasn’t scary. It was like
the opposite of sunny. It was overcast, but overcast in an