We go to bed, every night, confident that we will wake up next morning and carry on about the plans for the day.
We go to bed, every night, loving our bed, the soft pillows and the rush of sleep that would take over us. Draining all the tiredness of the day.
We go to bed, every night, thinking tomorrow everything will be all right. Not suspecting sleep at all. Not suspecting our own bodies at all.
Sleep is a stranger yet a known entity. Yet we embrace it every night. Lovingly. Eagerly.
This is trust. To let ourselves let go of all our inhibitions and lay peacefully in sleep's arm, confident that we will see the next sunrise.
That is trust. Period.
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