Whenever I sleep alone, I love to sleep diagonally in large beds.
That slanted position fills the emptiness and stretches the soul in new directions. It’s no longer womb-like, fetal sleeping. It’s an assertive position that enters the world as a vector.
Bold and fearful.
It wants to travel alone.
But needs to fill the hole of motherlessness.
The dark kind of solitude that can haunt when the world is dreary.
And after awakening, I can dress in costume to comfort my panic.
Pretend I’m young and fearless again.
Dance with my fantasies of fear and desire.
Try to lock them into balance and steady myself for a new day.