Daily story, March 6, 2025

Written on the ceiling of the guest bedroom was “SLEEP TIGHT.” Just like that, in black block capitals with a full stop, the kind of decorative feature that makes you fear the ceiling is going to descend in the night and press you like an apple. It was just one thing, but it made the rest of the room seem sinister, so that I had to put the candles and the cuddly hotdog in a drawer. I slept as well as could be expected. In the morning, the words were gone.