[Very softly spoken, almost whispered] You don't have to finish anything. Not tonight. The room can stay exactly as it is. That glass can wait. That thought can wait. Whatever you were going to remember can wait until morning. [Long instrumental space] The dogs have been outside. The door is closed. Nothing is asking you to go anywhere. [Soft breath] You're here. That's enough. [Long drone — no vocal] There is a pillow beneath your head. There is a bed beneath the pillow. There is a floor beneath the bed. And beneath all of that the earth is doing what it always does. You don't have to help it. [Very long pause] Welcome to bed. [Whispered, distant] Welcome to bed. [Hypnotic instrumental passage] You can let one shoulder go. Then the other. You don't have to check whether it worked. [Pause] Your hands know how to be still. Your eyes know how to close. Your breathing doesn't need instructions. [Long drone] Nothing to solve. Nothing to decide. Nothing to become. [Almost inaudible] Not tonight. [Very long instrumental space] If a thought comes in, it can sit somewhere. It doesn't need your chair. It doesn't need an answer. It can leave whenever it likes. [Soft repeating pulse] Welcome to bed. Welcome to bed. [Long pause] There is nowhere else you need to be. [Voice becoming softer with every phrase] Not now. Not yet. Not tonight. [Long instrumental fade] Welcome... to bed. [No more words — drone and soft repeating percussion gradually disappearing]
