It was a peaceful wednesday evening.
Hoomin had just sat down on the sofa with a warm drink, ready to unwind…
when a soft thud echoed from the living room floor.
Benno had arrived.
Sprawled like a furry starfish across the carpet.
Eyes half-closed. One leg in the air. Belly fully on display.
Hoomin (blinking): “…What are you doing?”
Benno (serenely): “This is yoga. Inner peace through maximum exposure.”
Benno slowly twisted onto his back, one paw flopping dramatically to the side.
Benno: “This pose is called ‘Collapsed Loaf of Courage.’ It aligns the snack chakras.”
Hoomin: “You look like someone who lost a fight with a pillow.”
Benno (ignoring): “Observe now… ‘The Side-Flop of Introspection.’ Useful after emotional breakfast.”
He rolled again. Now his feet were straight up like aerials, tail flicking.
Benno: “And this is ‘Alert Crashed UFO.’ An advanced level stretch.”
From across the room, Lohe peeked from the top of the bookshelf.
Lohe: “You look like a pretzel that gave up.”
Benno: “Lohe. Please. This is sacred.”
Lohe: “You’re vibrating with joy because the carpet is warm.”
Benno: “…Yes. And I am one with it.”
Hoomin: “Should I get the mat?”
Benno: “No need. The floor has accepted me as its own.”
He then tucked into a loaf position, blinked slowly at hoomin and whispered,
“Now breathe deeply. And bring snacks.”
Wednesday night ends with soft stretches, theatrical poses, and a hoomin who might just believe that inner peace can be found on the living room rug—under a purring cat named Benno.
