Whispering Names Into Deep Sleep

The afternoon stretches out, long and gray, filled with the quiet desperation of waiting for a phone call that may not come. You are loving someone who is asleep in the middle of the day, trapped in a prison they cannot see.

It feels like you are shouting into a void, watching the person you love vanish behind a wall of fog. But listen — the light entered that same prison long ago, not to judge the sleeper, but to whisper a name into the deep sleep.

The voice that calls your loved one is already there, standing in the chains with them, asking: who is calling my name? You do not have to be the one to break the locks.

You cannot force the eyes to open. Your only job is to remain in the love that is greater than the darkness, holding the door open for when the waking finally comes.