Just

 It is 5:21 a.m. I can hear birds chirping. I wonder if I stayed silent, I would hear flowers blooming or my Tulsi plant growing. 

An hour ago I had a slightly scary memory of a horror film I had seen ages ago. It was La Jolla or something like that...of a spirit who cried in her wedding dress and took over children. Or if I remember correctly, she would possess the mother who would kill her own babies. 

Life is gentle and sweet. Sleep is gentle and sweet. Death must also be gentle and sweet. 

I might be meeting someone else today...a friend who told me of one of her travels in the flight. She saw a young girl waiting to settle into her seat, buckle up, and get back to the book she was reading. 

I want to do that as well. From May onwards.