So,
Just getting nice and comfortable and just letting the day be over now,
Nothing more to solve,
Just allowing yourself to let go,
Knowing that everything can wait until tomorrow.
The surface beneath you supports your weight completely,
Your body knows it can soften and relax and your mind can follow,
Your breath moves in,
Slow and quiet,
A little looser,
There's no rush,
Air is cool as it comes in,
Warmer as it drifts out,
Each breath bringing you further into rest,
Your forehead smooths without effort,
Your eyes just resting in their place,
Your jaw loosening almost without you noticing,
A gentle warmth begins at the crown of your head and slowly pours downward,
A feeling of being free,
Tension just leaving the body,
All slipping into the same quiet rhythm as your breath,
With every exhale,
A feeling of letting go,
Like a shoreline,
Nothing moving except the slow in and out,
Just like the slow in and out in your mind's eye,
You can see in the distance,
A wall,
The colours are soft,
Just watching the sky deepen,
Brushing against each other with a whisper,
Almost like they're talking to the night,
A few stars appear,
One,
And then so many that the sky begins to shimmer,
The earth beneath you feels steady,
Carrying a faint sweetness,
A scent of rain from earlier in the day,
Letting it fill the spaces that feel tired,
Until they begin to soften too,
Above,
The sky becomes darker,
The stars stretch into a river of light,
And you drift under it,
So you're floating in space,
Weightless and safe,
As you rest there,
A soft light begins to glow at the far edge of the field,
Not bright or sharp but steady and warm,
Like the steady pulse of your own breath made visible,
That presence,
Familiar and welcoming,
As if it's always been part of this peaceful place,
You feel it's calm,
It's warmth surrounding you,
A beautiful energy,
It comes beside you,
Breathing with you,
Two rhythms softly sinking,
You reach out,
Not with your hands,
And feel that same calm presence respond,
As though you're sharing a quiet greeting,
Without words,
An energy spills out into the between you,
Flowing towards you,
And as you breathe in,
That light,
That energy moves into you,
Spreading through your body like warmth on a winter morning,
You feel your own light,
A gentle exchange back and forth,
Until it's hard to tell where you end and it begins,
As though the night has been listening and now wishes to join in,
The air itself seems from within,
The edges of the field begin to blur,
Shapes dissolving into a gentle haze,
As though the scene is melting into pure colour,
Pure light,
Pure energy,
You drift in it without moving,
Carried by it,
You feel yourself becoming lighter,
As though each breath is lifting you,
Until you are not lying in the field anymore,
But floating above it,
Surrounded by it's warmth,
But just drifting in the soft glow of the stars,
Below,
The field fades into darkness,
Allowing yourself to drift and carry you whenever sleep begins,
The breath grows softer,
Slower,
So quiet and the last thing you feel before you let go is the warmth of the energy around you.