OK, the worms still haven’t come out from under the blanket and I won’t bother them with photos today. Instead I ask (hopefully the right question) of Z&Z, who after all are part of the assemblage that is this work. Stretching and yawning, they tell me that sleep cannot be hurried. If anyone can teach me how to relax and the importance of sleeping in, it’s Z&Z.
Because no matter how much I cajole or sing wake-up songs, they just stretch, snooze, and snore on.
I will now try to attune to the worms’ rhythms