Adrienne Bovet

Sleep was a friend. I welcomed him at night and let him go in the morning, certain of his return. One night, he eluded me. I begged him to come back to me, to no avail. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t reach him, and I longed for his embrace. I spend an excruciatingly long season finding my way back to him, a disorienting journey from which I brought a few memories.

Text by Adrienne Bovet