#hypnusdeity

[poppyhorns]

starchild

Dear Hypnos,

i feel you, everywhere.

the way my head sinks in my pillows, comforted by my blankets that vaguely smell like you.

it's fluffy, soft touch against my skin, telling me:

it's okay, my child. you must sleep, my child. our realm awaits you, my child.

with every yawn, i feel you. i feel your hands resting on my shoulders, ready to guide me to starlight

the light scent of lavender and sage fill the room, as i travel back and forth, between blissful unconsciousness and blurry awareness.