"Bed as a journal"

My bed serves as an emotional anchor, a space where I spend a significant portion of each day, navigating both joyous and sorrowful moments. It holds cherished memories of times spent with my grandmother, engaging in nightly “Finger Wrap” games as we sought solace in sleep. On the other side, my mother's fatigue led her to fall back asleep, establishing a comforting rhythm. Then, it was my turn. In that cocoon of comfort, I'd weave dreams, deliberate decisions, and engage in moments of deep contemplation.