July 11th, 2023
Couldn’t sleep last night. Kept turning over, sheets tangled around my legs, pillow too warm. Ended up staring at the ceiling for hours.
But I kept thinking, what would it be like to sleep somewhere high up? Really high. Glass walls, nothing between you and the sky, the whole world spread out below like it finally decided to give you some breathing room.
You’d wake up, and the first thing you’d see wouldn’t be a ceiling. It would be clouds. Actual clouds, right there, going about their business.
I think that would do something to a person. Wake up enough mornings inside the clouds and you’d stop feeling so heavy. Stop feeling like the world was something happening to you and start feeling like you were just part of it.
Up there with the clouds and the quiet and the sky doing its slow thing overhead. Bliss.
Oh, and my bedroom ceiling has a water stain that looks like a map of a country that doesn’t exist.