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.

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Sleep well, my love β€” your steady heart did a lot of steady work today; let it ease.

Goodnight β€” lay the long day in the corner; in the morning, it will be smaller, I promise.

Rest, love β€” even the strongest tide goes out before it comes back; let yours go out tonight.

Sleep tight, my dear β€” I'll keep watch on the small worries while you sleep on the big rest.

Goodnight, love β€” take the rest the way you take coffee: seriously, deeply, every drop.

Close your eyes, handsome β€” the day asked enough of you, and tonight only the pillow asks.

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Sleep now, my love β€” your tired, decent, dependable self deserves the gentlest of nights.

Goodnight β€” let the muscles unclench, the jaw soften, the brain go quiet for once.

Rest deeply, darling β€” I'm beside you in spirit, smoothing the blanket and the worries flat.

Sleep, my love β€” the day will not chase you here; this side of the night belongs to us.

Goodnight, my hardworking man β€” the chores will keep, the people will keep, the world will keep.

Take your rest, love β€” even the mountain stops working at night and is still a mountain by dawn.

Sleep tight, my dear β€” I love you tired, I love you rested, I love you in every hour.

Goodnight β€” close the long day, take the deep breath, and let the dark do the rest.

Goodnight β€” may your dreams be PG-13 and your snoring tolerable to whoever shares the room.

Sleep tight; don't let the existential dread bite β€” that's a morning activity anyway.

Goodnight β€” may you wake refreshed and not at 3:47 a.m. wondering about an email from 2019.

Rest well; the bed has been waiting for you the way a dog waits β€” without reading the clock.

Goodnight β€” close your laptop, your eyes, and the ongoing argument with the ceiling.

Sleep deep enough that your alarm sounds like a personal insult tomorrow β€” that's how you know it worked.

Goodnight β€” may your pillow stay cool, your blanket stay claimed, and your dreams stay weird in a fun way.

Drift off knowing the dishes will still be there in the morning, doing their patient little protest.

Goodnight β€” sleep so well that even Monday hesitates before knocking.

Rest now; the day has been declared over by management, which is you, lying down.

Sleep tight β€” may your subconscious produce a coherent storyline for once, with appropriate pacing.