A rebirth

In his hand the polished steel handle felt smooth and cool. He entered the room slowly this time. Every previous foray had been a quick in and out to quickly dispatch the work to be done.

The plush carpet felt welcoming as he slowly slumped into the waiting chair. He had remembered the alarm chiming its distinctive tone at 5am, but that now felt like a lifetime ago. And as the brain dispatched the brakes on his runaway neurons, he could now consciously feel his breathing stabilise and slow.