Boredom

It was a cold night, peter sat outside, enjoying the moonlight, bored... He closed his eyes and blanked out his head, it started with blackness.... He counted his breaths in his head. "1....2.....3....4...." He started again after four. "1......2......3......4......" As he continued the cycle, His breaths got deeper, his jaws more relaxed, his eyes were almost sown shut. He started to feel his soul drift away from his body and soon enough he saw a bright light at a distance. He walked towards it as it got brighter and brighter... He felt himself climbing a rope upwards toward a bright circle, a kind of opening to an outside world... **********£££