Hi Sleepy.

Tonight’s episode is a softly crumbling biscuit of memory, longing, and the strangely delicious ache of childhood love. We wander back to Linghed, where horses bite, letters go undelivered, and a small boy (me) tries to explain feelings with plastic pearls and lies about the post office.

I wonder what love really is—whether it’s chemicals, a fog, or simply a horse you pretend to like. I reflect on how strong emotions used to be, when just the name “Therese” could turn the sky pink and plowed fields smelled like destiny.

There are truths in here too: about growing up, being a “guardian angel” in teenage love, drinking wine at actor school, and eventually peeling the fear from love like fruit skin.

It’s fragmentary, shaky, and exactly as it should be. A tale for your journey to sleep.

It is what it is. What happens, happens. And right now, there’s nothing we can do about it. Let’s begin.

Sleep Tight!

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