Fresh today Β· Wednesday, 1 July

New Wishes

A handful of wishes pulled from the cabinet this morning. Pick one up β€” copy, save it to your pinboard, or send it on.

Drawn at dawn
Wishes in the library
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Goodnight β€” somewhere in the soft dark, my love is already there, smoothing the blanket over your shoulder.

Close your eyes, my dear; the night is ours and the silence sounds exactly like devotion.

May your dreams be gentle and wordless tonight β€” the language we already speak when no one's listening.

Sleep deep, love β€” I'll save the morning kiss the way one saves the last good bite of dinner.

Goodnight, sweet one β€” the day was loud, but I'm quiet now and thinking only of you.

Drift, dream, return β€” I'll be here at sunrise like a familiar door you remember how to open.

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Rest your beautiful mind tonight, my love; tomorrow I want it sharp enough to argue with me again.

Sleep softly β€” somewhere between the streetlights and stars, my love is en route to your pillow.

Goodnight, darling β€” the night holds nothing in it that loves you more carefully than I do.

May sleep meet you halfway tonight, kind and unhurried, like an old friend with all the time in the world.

Close the book on today, love β€” tomorrow's chapter starts with my name in your first thought.

Goodnight β€” may the day's leftovers stay in the kitchen and out of your dreams.

Sleep well; the hard parts of today don't need to follow you under the blanket.

Let the lamp go out and the worries with it β€” they'll still be there if you really want them tomorrow.

Goodnight to you β€” may your pillow be the cool side and your sleep the deep kind.

Rest easy tonight; the world keeps spinning even when you're not pushing it.

Close your eyes β€” somewhere a clock is doing the work of carrying time, and you can let it.

May tonight's sleep be honest and uninterrupted, the way Sundays used to be.

Goodnight β€” I hope your dreams are small, kind, and entirely your own business.

Sleep deep enough to forget Monday is on its way; it'll arrive without your help.

Drift off easy; the to-do list has agreed to wait by the door until morning.

Goodnight β€” may the dark be quiet and the quiet be friendly.

Rest now; whatever you didn't finish today is patient, and so are you, eventually.

Sleep tight β€” the moon has agreed to handle the night shift again.

Goodnight to you β€” may your breathing slow until it sounds like a tide going out.