He tells me to close my eyes. I feel him place a very comfortable blindfold over my face.
A gift, he says.
He is going to conduct a test.
And then... I wait.
At first, I fidget in my seat, slightly. Subtle movements of my limbs, stretching my fingers. Wiggling my hips.
I swing my legs, as if I am a child.
Eventually, I spin my chair around. I feel Sir's presence approach me. Steady hands firmly stopping my chair, and pressing it back to the wall, so I can no longer spin. He says nothing, but the message is clear.
He has not told me I cannot speak, but with his silence, I feel the weight of the blindfold over my lips in addition to my eyes.
Eventually, I relax.
In this moment, there is nothing I need to do. Nowhere else I need to be. Nothing to be responsible for.
All I have to do, is wait.
