The name was nice for a short story, but not really appropriate now that the tale has evolved. Need to do something about that.

Don’t Yawn with your Mouth Open Part I
Don’t Yawn with your Mouth Open Part II
Don’t Yawn with Your Mouth Open Part III

“Center. Center. Down.” Marie’s voice was low and soft, guiding Con. “Do you see it?”

“Yes.”

“All right, then up and back out.” Marie waited for Con’s focus to change back to the external world, and then started questioning her. “What did you see?”

“I saw a book,” Constance’s answer was quick and sure, which pleased Marie.

“What color was the cover?”

“Black and blood red.” Again, the reply was prompt.

“What was the title of the book?”

“The Complete Sherlock Holmes, Volume II, bu Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,” Con replied.

“Excellent!” said Marie. “What was the book sitting on?”

“It was… what? What was it sitting on? I didn’t pay any attention to that!”

“Why?”

“It wasn’t important. You were going to ask me about the book.” Con was more tired than she was letting on if she let that last sentence slip out.

“No. You must notice as much as you can, as quick as you can. You never know what is going to be important. Now go into the other room, see what you missed, and then rearrange for me.”

Constance was gone for about ten minutes. When she returned, Marie could see how tired she truly was. She had been working much harder since David’s accident. Marie only wished she’d worked as hard before the incident.

When she came back, Con sat back down in her chair. She’d chosen a computer chair when she started working with her grandmother. Marie had seen the advantages of being able to swivel around almost immediately. She ordered her own chair, and when she’d received it had spent most of a day wheeling around the workroom. She wondered why no she’d never thought of that herself.

“Did you set it up?” Marie asked.

“Yup,” said Constance.

Marie leaned back slightly in her chair and rested her hands in her lap. Posture didn’t matter when working, but at her age she found she stiffened up quickly, so when doing a regular working, always took a few minutes to get comfortable. She closed her eyes and then was immediately Down and Out. She quickly jumped into the wire and followed it up to the camera in the living room. Con had moved the camera to focus on the end table beside the sofa. She’d placed the vase of flowers from the kitchen on top a book about the Dead Sea Scrolls she’d pulled off the shelf.

The shift of the camera made Marie suspicious, so she nudged the camera slightly to get a better view of the entire room. She laughed aloud and then returned back to her body.

“Vase of flowers from the kitchen table sitting on my copy of “The Dead Sea Scrolls” and on the coffee table you set up tea, which included the steaming tea pot and a plate of cookies,” Marie said.

“How’d you see that?” Constance asked. “I thought I’d moved the camera enough.”

“You did,” said Marie. “I just moved it back.”

“You can move the camera?”

“Easily. As can you…but not today. You are tired and you are right about the tea. We will take a break and then back to the staff.”

Con groaned, but got up and walked to the living room.

By the time Marie had straightened up, Con had poured tea for both of them.

“Snuck a cookie did you?” Marie asked.

Con looked guilty and checked the front of her shirt for crumbs.

“There were seven cookies on the plate when I looked,” Marie said. Then she sat down and they had tea.