No. 5
A darkened bedroom, the air heavy with the gradual acceptance that life is different now. More simple. More bare. It’s joyful in its own heartbreaking way. Never again will I look at this room like it’s the place where great dreams are born. It’s now the place that holds me gently, that comforts me, that wishes me nothing but one night’s sound sleep. The painting on the wall is of a single daisy, simple, like my soul now. The window slightly ajar lets the perfume inside from dark blue flowers lingering in the moonlit garden. Sleep is waiting for me here.
no. 6
The birds sing me slow songs when I’m tired. Long low coos that bring me closer to when I can finally close my eyes. The birds encourage me to relax, to breathe. My pillow waits for me like a calling. The bird’s nest on the nightstand by my bed holds three blue eggs waiting for morning. Like the birds, I only seek to go home. To rest. To find peace.
No. 7
The forest’s magic touches the screens of the night porch where my bed awaits. The moonlight glints off the fairy dust that was left behind. Lethargic breezes softly shift the white curtains, beckoning me home. The bed softly calls it’s siren song, the pillow waiting to caress my head, heavier by the moment.
No. 8
Sleep begins to wash over me. I toss my hair band to the floor, place the book to the side. I curl up, knees tucked to my chest and pressing against me like an embrace that reminds me that I, too, am loved.
No. 1
Our beds wait for us, ready to wrap us up in warmth and comfort. A place to rest when all the world’s weariness and wanting gets to be just a bit too much.
no. 2
Sometimes, at the end of the day, the chair just can’t contain you. The book goes unread. The light is just a bit too bright. The energy inside you takes you to a place where nothing is quite settled.
No. 3
The lightness I seek is whispered as a promise from my bed. Nighttime is where I’ll find the things I’ve lost.
No. 4
My bed waits beneath the window, moonlight shining through the panes. The pink curtains softly blow from the promise of blissful sleep. A firefly watches just outside the window, flying between the purple coneflowers that promise healing.