The next thing I knew I was floating upward, right through the ceiling, drifting on the winds. My back pain went away as I was pulled upward, lengthening my spine and expanding my rib cage with the floating relaxation. Idly, I realized I had forgotten my leftover ma po tofu in a doggie bag in the world below me. Instead I took a bite out of a cloud and, insubstantial as I was, I was satisfied.
Then I came back down to earth, thanked the woman behind the counter, and left. And now I can't stop eating cotton balls.
They still taste like cotton, but the word has it that cyanobacteria never get the blues.
Sometimes to reach enlightenment you just need to ask nicely.