As mentioned in the previous post about sleep, tiring days on campus keep bringing me back to the subject.
Another about sleep. I’ll write a hundred about sleep, for you. I like the way that you look when you’re sleeping, as though all the thoughts which trouble your lovely mind take on the form of something beautiful and soothe you like lullabies. I like that there are people whose well-being matters deeply to us, and ours to them, and I like that you’re at peace when you’re sleeping. I like the way that you are when you’re just waking up. The way that your eyes look beneath your ruffled hair, so bright and clear, like you’ve already had that strong cup of coffee that you’re aching to get to. You wake up ready to soldier through the day, and that’s singular. A few empty grumblings aside, you are quite the morning person, and it makes smile. You always make me smile. Dear friend, I like how you are when you’re falling asleep. I like the things that you say and the way that you talk. You’re always honest, but you seem ever so slightly more so, then. I like how your words come out more softly and more slowly, as though they know they aren’t supposed to be used very often. As though the daylight isn’t privileged to bear witness to them, but maybe it’s okay, because the darkness will hide them from being quite so transparent. I like how you are when you’re falling asleep…. Maybe, in those still, quiet moments, when you sound very genuine and very tired and very real, and I forget not to trust too much in anything, maybe it’s a little bit more than that. Dear friend, I like how you are in all the stages of sleeping. But then again, I like you all the time.
