TV #2 Clip (4.28 MB) 2 minutes, 57 seconds My mattress has grooves that criss-cross, each groove a perfect hollow for my body, but the weird temperature fluctuations in the apartment make me roll back and forth, finding cool spots in the sheets. I roll the bedclothes up, yank them from their place, and I wake up in a pool of sweat, freezing. ********* I used to throw things at my little sister while she was sleeping. She had bad asthma back then so she wheezed when she slept—it kept me up all night. So I’d throw stuffed animals, socks, even hardback books to wake her up—so I could get some sleep. ********* The best sleep is when you wake up in the morning and the sun is coming in and it's so fucking quiet and things are just beginning and it's slow and swelling. You don't have anything to do, so you lay back in bed, and by now your sheets aren't as warm, but you wrap yourself around it. And the light continues to stream in. It's a soft light—the best light you've known, and you love it and you sleep with it on you. And when you wake up, it's slow, and the light is still there, and you have no idea what time it is, and you don't really care. Everything in your body is peaceful and you find yourself thinking in a slowed down rhythm. Everything is rhythmic.