an unexpected but familiar pattern has emerged in my first days of 2023: a robust, gravity-like pull towards my bed which only strengthens the more i succumb to it. when i wake up in the mornings my mattress clings to my spine like a sticky, webby glue, compelling me to stay tangled up in its sheets. the force is so strong that i have no choice but to close my eyes and surrender, letting my body imprint itself deeper into the bed. in the early afternoon, sometime after lunch, the force returns anew: a hypnotic, whispering voice calls over to me from behind the closed bedroom door, drifting all the way across the living room to greet me at the dining table.
I like the idea of viewing this is a hibernatory state. Until the blankets refuse to give you back ha