Hi Sleepy!
I start with my hands.
Not in a dramatic way. Just soap bubbles and warm water and suddenly the realization that these hands have been with me my whole life. They’ve touched thousands upon thousands of objects I don’t remember. Door handles, coffee mugs, faces, fish-shaped cutting boards that looked more like potatoes with fins.
We wander through Falun’s red dust under my childhood nails. Through my grandmother’s cool pianist hands. Through a teacher who showed me that whatever shape my hands made was a real shape. Through strangers on trams with secret model-airplane lives. Through involuntary sigh support groups. Through tinnitus and survival and the quiet miracle of getting used to things that once felt unbearable.
It’s an introspective, slightly philosophical, gently absurd journey to sleep. A meditation on touch, memory, apology, and the strange magic of saying sorry. You don’t have to follow any of it. Let it be background noise while you fall asleep. Let the words drift past like buses you don’t need to board.
It is what it is. What happens happens. And right now there’s nothing we can do about it.
So rest your hands. Let them be still. Let yourself drift off to sleep.
Sleep Tight!
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