Breaths

Isn't it funny when time slows down? Like when you're fixing your hair in the morning, looking in the mirror. It's a mundane task that your body just knows how to do from muscle memory. Or brushing your teeth. You've done it thousands, millions of times. So your mind wanders. You inadvertently and probably unwillingly jump on the memory train.
For me it's always accompanied by a soundtrack of breathing in slow motion. Breathe in - Tracing freckles, rain drops. Breathe out - Slow motion grinding teeth, looking at the stars. Breathe in - looking at your phone, I look at my black screen. Breath out - I'm okay, a mantra, a chant, a busy signal, silence.
Then you put the brush down. Blink in slow motion. It's over.