two hundred & fifty nine: sweet(ness)

this one made me think of pocketbrit, coz i often bid her goodnight by telling her to sleep sweet. and i am way way too sad to write much else tonight but it did make me feel a swell of love for her. we both have such trouble getting a reprieve from the meanness of our brains, especially at nighttime lately, and she has had an absolute shitpile of a weekend and will also have a pretty crap day tomorrow…so i hope she is resting. deeply and peacefully, quiet and safe.

on nights like tonight, when i’m missing her extra, it helps to imagine her tucked under the covers, soundly asleep, five hours ahead. there is a sweetness in thinking of the overlap of our nights, our stillness, knowing she is across the ocean yet under the same moon and stars and rising sun. i don’t know why it helps and catches my breath but it does, it just does.