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Contentedness, ease, and relief are some of the major feelings that rest inside me, as I sit comfortably in the movie room situated at the basement corner of my house. I snuggle up with my blanket on the leftwards side of my large, brown chair. My blanket feels like a thin layer of silk that comfortably wraps around me. The sinking feeling in the leather chair, is a sense of calming that relaxes me. All my stress evaporates, and my mind clears while sitting in this chair. In addition to my relaxation, I am engaged by Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation. The speakers play the melody, along with the baseline of the large booming sound of the subwoofer. I see vivid images of action scenes of explosions, gun fires, and immense terror. Even

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