Ethan
I balanced on one leg and one arm, palm and sole sinking into the blue yoga mat. Keeping my breathing measured, I slowly switched to downward dog yoga position, then back up into warrior one.
The muscles in my back protested at first, then unkinked one by one. With careful deliberation, I leaned forward until I balanced on just one leg, arms stretched out over my head.
My phone rang in the other room. With a grunt of effort, I returned to a bipedal stance and padded into the bedroom of the guest house.
The screen displayed the clinic’s number. I’d been scheduled off for the day, but I knew there was a possibility I would be called in anyway.
I tapped the screen and held the phone to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Dr. E. It’s Harper, at the clinic. Hate to call you on your day off, Doc, but we could really use your help here.”
I sponged sweat off my brow with a clean cloth, then wiped at the spots of moisture on my phone screen where it had touched my damp face.