Sleep would not come. Lying there awake, provoked by thoughts and images, unwanted.
Purposefully breathing to calm myself, to shut down the endless wandering, to no avail.
Letting the mind go where it will, for a time, until I reached that place where I became the guide.
Seeing stars above, imagined, feeling my body grounded and held by the earth below me, soft and cool.
My eyes close. I surrender. Sleep comes at last.