Sleep on strange mattresses.
Wake up too early
And massage unfamiliar knots from your back,
The product of unfamiliar lumps and errant springs.
Disturb your night with oddly scented sheets and new thread counts.
Forget a stranger’s shoes,
Dream a mile in another’s bedroom
And be without a home for a while.
Go rambling.
Find different windows to let the morning light slant in and
Listen with a racing heart to birdsong that you’ve never heard.
For Chrissake! Sleep on strange mattresses.
