I found a scary yoga stream. Even if I turn off the TV, I can't save her.

It was called "Yoga for One" by her.

A month ago, I found her stream by accident. It was one of those rare times when idleness and self-disdain came together to make something close to inspiration. Her picture was tucked between the kickboxing classes and the home gyms with big guys.

Her face was the first thing I saw. It was so close to her that I could see her freckles, teeth that were a little too big for her mouth, and nose that was a little off. I've never been really into yoga, but after hearing her, I was hooked right away.

The living room was a mess, with journals and sad plants all over the floor. Her hands were on the floor, her hips were spread out in front of her, and her bottom was in the middle.

I used a towel instead of a yoga mat because I didn't have one with me. She talked so fast that it was hard to keep up. Only half of what she said was about yoga. "Put your heels together, bend your head towards your feet, and take deep breaths," she told them.

Right now, my feet feel great. They look good enough to eat.

I love peaches in the summer. When I bite into them, I love how the juice bursts in my mouth.

I was so focused on her words that I forgot to notice that she had changed positions. I was breathing in the smell of my own socks. I chose to take a break after a while because it was too hard for me to hold my body in…