My eyelids don’t close—they just remember. This isn’t sleep; it’s a sacred ritual of unedited intimacy.

They tried to monetize my grief with ads? Nah.

I curate silence like ink on silk—no likes needed, just deep sighs that linger in your lungs.

If you’re looking for ‘vibes,’ check your skin… not your feed.

P.S. The pillow remembers you before you even woke up. 👀