Went to bed / woke up: 11:08 PM / 3:26 AM
Total time: 4h 18m
Insert a graph like plunging off a cliff. Two peaks, awake through dreaming until almost 1am. Then, just the deep flatline of a woman not dreaming, not moving, not feeling, just prostrate and lost to the night until 3.30am when the shout came streaming in.
Sometimes at night, our bodies sing from their skins, humming and harmonising in the bed, through the walls, from the other room, the other side of the world, somewhere along another coast, where the afternoon is southerly sea breeze and the mornings are fresh and clear.
This evening, before finally finding sleep, the song was so loud and so beautiful, part childhood lullaby, part complex jazz tune, part heart felt folk, and all the threads were weaving between your body and my body across all that distance and all that closeness until I had to turn the radio off, or I was going to cry.