Fresh today Β· Thursday, 2 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
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Let the day fold itself up small and slip under the bed where it belongs.

Sleep well; tomorrow has its own opinions, and you'll meet them rested.

Goodnight β€” I hope your dreams come without footnotes tonight.

Close the day gently; you carried it longer than you had to.

May the pillow be soft, the room be cool, and the hours be honest with you.

Goodnight β€” sleep the kind of sleep that returns you to yourself by morning.

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Rest now; the day has been thanked and excused.

Sleep well β€” may the noises outside stay outside, and the kind thoughts stay close.

Goodnight to whoever you'll be tomorrow; tonight, just rest.

Drift off slowly; there's no race, despite what your inbox claims.

Goodnight β€” may you wake to coffee that tastes the way mornings used to taste.

Sleep deep β€” the day will keep until you're ready to look at it again.

Let the lights go down on this one; it was a long act and you played it well.

Goodnight β€” may your sleep be sturdy and your dawn unhurried.

Rest your eyes, your hands, your shoulders β€” they did a lot today without complaining.

Sleep tight; tomorrow's version of you will appreciate the favor.

Goodnight to your weary mind β€” close the windows, lock the doors, and stand down.

May the night be uneventful, the dreams forgettable, and the morning kind.

Goodnight β€” may sleep arrive as quietly as a lily opening, unhurried and white in the dark.

Rest gentle tonight; a lily on the sill is keeping its own small light against the night.

May your dreams be petal-soft and slow, the kind that don't bruise when you set them down.

Goodnight β€” I'm sending a stem of lilies through the dark, blooming where your sleep begins.

Sleep well; let the room smell faintly of lilies and forgiveness for the day's noise.

Drift off easy β€” a lily doesn't rush to open, and neither does a good night's rest.

Goodnight to you β€” may your sleep be as composed as a single lily in a still vase.