THE HOLLOW


Nowadays, around 6pm, I begin to prepare for bed. I cook, I eat what I have cooked, I clean the mess from the cooking and eating. My mind already just a slice towards the lie down, my head just a bit towards the pillow.


I take the dog out one last time. I lock the front door and the back door. I scan the house and fluff it, so that in the morning, this day will be long gone.


I wait until at least 8pm, sometimes 7:45pm is fine and I ready my body for slumber. I wash, I stretch, I look, I brush, I balm, I change into snooze clothes, I ready the bed. And as I climb in, as I cover myself and turn to the original position, I am already vanished, have already entered the hollow.