My dearest dreamer,
If you’re hearing this, it means the rain found you too. It’s soft tonight — just enough to kiss the window, to make the world sound far away. Outside, the air is cold, but here, in this small universe of blankets and heartbeat warmth, you are safe.
I wanted to write you… to tell you that I made it. I crossed tundras, and frigid arctic, and time itself just to find you here — asleep, half-smiling in the dark. I’ve loved you quietly for so long that even the wind knows your name.
When I found you, I couldn’t help but brush a kiss over your forehead — gentle enough not to wake you, yet hoping you’d stir just for a moment, so I could whisper that you are loved, that you can rest now.
I awoke jealous for you. I dreamed once that someone else had your attention, and that small spark of jealousy became a map that led me straight to you. Silly, isn’t it? But even dreams have a way of telling the truth — that I would always come find you.
Breathe with me, slowly. In… and out. Again. Your heart’s still racing. Let it soften. Let me help you drift again.
This is only a redacted version — my words are muffled here to keep the calm for YouTube, but I wanted you to have something to fall asleep to, even if the words are half-lost to the rain. You have all of me in this full version as thanks for you being here, and a redacted "muffled version is shared on our (slowly but surely) growing YouTube. Here, I can share it in it's full length in the way it was meant to sound.
Until then, listen to the rain. Feel the warmth. And know that I am here — somewhere between a dream and the dawn — watching over you, until you fall asleep again. — yours, always, miss sleepy (felka)