Sometimes I can’t fall asleep. It’s partly the strange bed, a mattress that feels like someone else’s rhythm, and partly the stress needing to be up early to drive my mother-in-law to church. The room is too warm, the air stale, and my mind loops. Like an unfamiliar piano. The action feels different, the notes don’t fall where your fingers expect. At first disorienting but improvisation begins here, lean into the strangeness instead of fighting it. Restlessness is an invitation to be in a key you don’t know.