Once upon a time it was Tuesday and you sank into memory foam. Someone invisible held your mind away from sleep, and smiling, carefully carved dark crescents under your eyes.

I don’t know who, but I want to catch them and kill them.

She laughs

I knew you needed rest but I didn’t know how to give it to you.

Sorry I didn’t tell you where we were going.

I know you don’t like camping and I was afraid you wouldn’t trust me.

“I’m glad you took me here”

She says

I just wanted to show you the golden pathways, and rustling orchestra.

I’m glad you liked it.

“I loved it”

So we set up the tent and tried to sleep.

At first I thought you were finally asleep, but you were tense, and breathing fast.

So I carefully tapped you and led you outside.

We smushed together in this hammock, with all the crickets and the stars, and now I’m telling you the day again as a story because you STILL won’t fall-

“Sorry” I whisper and fall asleep to the sound of her deep breathing.