Geometry

Sometimes, at night, with the perfect amount of Ambien and time in which to let it wash through me, and the perfect balance of aloneness and in-loveness, I begin to feel like someone else's character sketch of a person who might be like me. I'd been stressing for weeks over these lines I had to draw - the backbone for the massive wedding invitation project I'm doing - the geometry of the border had to be just so, and so, and so; and so I did them without measuring, against the soft surface of my bed, and they turned out just perfect with hardly any effort at all. And these sounds are how my brain feels when I'm watching myself slip deeper into real live human sleep.