It is Sunday 3 a.m.
The first 6 weeks after we moved I slept on an air mattress. Jetlag was a nice experience. Flying west you win time. While for my inner clock it would be early morning it was before midnight when I went to bed to sleep 8 hours and get up early.
We bought a memory foam mattress after we rented an apartment. Sleeping on it the first nights my whole body ached in the morning, my arms went numb during the night. When I got up the mattress looked like no one had ever lain on it. I wonder why they call it memory foam. The mattress doesn’t seem to remember; my body definitely does.
At night I hardly ever feel tired. I go to bed and lie there wide awake. I listen to my partners breathing, snoring, mumbling. The air from the window smells clean. Sometimes the room aches. I feel rested and relaxed. Some nights I get up to sketch or write. Some nights I just stay there lying in the dark. My body is warm and heavy, my thoughts are clear. I feel oddly separated from myself. While my mind is alert my body merges with the mattress. Those nights I feel like I never have to sleep again. Tomorrow is far away or already there, I have forever. I do calculations in my head or think of works I never make.
When the morning is finally there, the mattress embraces me even firmer, pulls me below its surface. I feel rectangular and sink into a deep sleep.
Tomorrow I have a million things to do.