Usually, when I enter our sleeping space, you have been resting already for several hours. I never manage to lie down without arousing your attention. Your sole eye opens. All the music stops. Our tendrils meet and intertwine for a brief moment. We both regularly suspect there might also be exchanges of a pheromonic nature. After having broken contact again we whisper goodbye for the night and concentrate on breathing easy & regularly, since forgetting the world is our main objective.
Please see also Land based oceanography.
We were different in the fifties
Moving is moving
Schläft ein Lied in allen Dingen
Last spring was full of metal