Goodnight House

Just a short one this morning, dear ones. A moment of exhale before a few days of resting.

Maybe today was the day your heart finally sat down,

weary of being unknown for so long,

and knocked at the inside of your ribs for attention.

It is time.

Gather all your parts and pieces,

take them to the upstairs of the Goodnight House.

Your favorite sheets are on the bed,

underneath your favorite blanket.

Put yourself together in the warm, lavender air.

Rest.