I have crossed the line, hazy shadows fill the landscape of my brain. Only sleep will bring back the creative energy propelling me forward through the river of possibility. Only rest will give me the energy I need to stop from looking back.

The bed was a place where once I waited. Expecting something and then feeling disappointment that it wasn’t what I wanted. Now my bed waits for me, and expectations again fill my dreams.

The lightness that I seek is whispered as a promise from my bed. Nighttime is where I’ll find the things I’ve lost.

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.

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. Night stories is a daily creative ritual where AI and I craft visual bedtime stories together. I write the prompts and stories,…