inside the womb

Sleep is one of my favourite habits. I like to sink into the soft sheets and let the eiderdown take the shape of my body like a very delicate shell. The first few seconds are the most precious ones, when I let myself lingering in this sublime “stasis”. The following moments I feel slowly submerging  in a warm lethargy that throws me back in the same dream world I use to saunter the very first moments of my existence, into my mother’s womb.