Tonight you don't need to figure anything out,
You don't need to improve your day or prepare for tomorrow.
This is simply a place to drift,
A place to let your mind wander somewhere softer,
Somewhere quieter,
Somewhere far.
If it helps,
Imagine you are arriving at the edge of a wide open landscape,
Just as evening is settling in.
The air is calm,
Not cold,
Not warm,
Just gentle against your skin.
There is a sense of space here,
Nothing crowded,
Nothing demanding your attention.
You don't need to picture this clearly,
Even a vague impression is enough,
As if your mind is catching rather than focusing.
Imagine yourself moving slowly through this place,
Not walking with purpose but drifting,
As if time has loosened its grip.
Each step feels unhurried.
The ground beneath you is steady and forgiving.
It supports you without asking anything in return.
Somewhere nearby there is a soft horizon,
The kind that doesn't end abruptly but fades gently into the distance.
The sky above is dimming into deeper shades of blue,
No sharp edges,
Just smooth transitions,
One color quietly dissolving into the next.
If thoughts drift in,
Let them float past like clouds.
You don't need to follow them,
They know how to move on on their own.
Imagine now that you come upon a place to rest,
Maybe it's a wide open field or a quiet shoreline where water barely moves.
Or a soft sheltered space that feels entirely yours.
You don't need to decide,
Whatever appears is exactly right.
You settle here effortlessly,
As if your body has been waiting all day for permission to stop holding itself together.
There is nothing alert required of you now,
Nothing you need to listen for,
Nothing you might miss.
The world here moves slowly,
Even the air seems unhurried.
Imagine the sensation of being gently rocked,
Not enough to notice distinctly,
Just enough to feel safe.
Like floating water that barely ripples,
Or lying somewhere where the ground itself feels soft and responsive.
Your awareness can begin to blur at the edges,
It doesn't need to stay sharp.
You can let images come and go,
Let them fade halfway through,
Let one scene dissolve into another.
There is no story to follow,
Just atmosphere,
Just a sense of being held in something calm and expansive.
If your mind drifts into fragments of dreams,
That's welcome here.
If it wanders off completely,
That's fine too.
This place doesn't require your attention,
It exists whether you're aware of it or not.
You may notice a feeling of heaviness or lightness,
Or nothing in particular.
All of it is allowed.
The night knows what to do from here,
You don't need to guide it.
You can let yourself sink further into this space,
As if you are being gently absorbed by rest itself.
There is no edge to fall from,
No moment you need to catch,
Just a slow natural drifting.
Deeper,
Softer,
Quieter.
You can allow everything to blur now,
Let the images thin out,
Let the sense of place dissolve into feeling alone.
And when sleep comes,
Whether suddenly or gradually,
You don't need to notice it happening.
You can simply disappear into it,
Carry it gently,
Far from effort,
Far from thought,
And completely at rest.
