I lie on my back and let the room soften.
The ceiling fades into a pale blur. The edges of the sheets become a quiet coastline. My breath finds an even tempo, as if some inner metronome finally receiv…
I lie on my back and let the room soften.
The ceiling fades into a pale blur. The edges of the sheets become a quiet coastline. My breath finds an even tempo, as if some inner metronome finally receiv…