Feb 9, 2019
starchild
Dear Hypnos,
i feel you, everywhere.
the way my head sinks in my pillows, comforted by my blankets that vaguely smell like you.
it's fluffy, soft touch against my skin, telling me:
it's okay, my child. you must sleep, my child. our realm awaits you, my child.
with every yawn, i feel you. i feel your hands resting on my shoulders, ready to guide me to starlight
the light scent of lavender and sage fill the room, as i travel back and forth, between blissful unconsciousness and blurry awareness.
