I was in bed last night at 7:30 p.m. and tonight at 7:45 p.m.
I love my bed. I like that feeling when I first lie down and I feel the muscles and joints in my knees and lower thighs stretch. I like knowing I don't have to be anywhere or think about anything –– even about no-thinking –– for awhile. I like that it's dark.
And then I'm asleep.
I know I had some kind of vaguely unpleasant dream this evening. I don't remember a thing about it.