Page 52 of Unclench Me Softly

Then Asher slows down beside me, whispering, “Are we supposed to growl softly, or just internally embody the animal?”

“Just breathe,” I hiss. “You’re a fox. Be sly.”

“Oh,” he says, grinning. “Then I’m definitely slinking right now.”

I do not respond because Jax is in front of me again, crawling like he’s auditioning for the role of “Sexual Tension in Nature,” and I am spiritually unprepared.

We pause in a small clearing. I raise my hands. Everyone stops. They’re panting. Sweaty. Silent. Eyes bright.

It’s… intense.

Like too intense.

Like maybe the crawling worked?

“I… okay,” I say, standing slowly, wiping my palms on my robe. “That concludes our primal ground movement. You’ve all done very well.”

They don’t move at first.

Just crouch, waiting.

Like they want something more.

My voice cracks a little as I say, “We’ll transition now into nest-building and reflective stillness.”

Still they stare.

And it hits me.

They are actually in it.

Five grown men, covered in leaves and sweat and sincerity, waiting to build spiritual nests like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

I swallow.

Smile.

“And remember,” I say softly, “No one ever healed without getting a little dirty first.”

And Jax, without missing a beat, grins back at me. “Don’t worry, Bliss. We’re just getting started.”

What Your Sleep Position Says About You (and Your Emotional State)

A 100% peer-reviewed guide (the peer is Toad)

Side Sleeper (Fetal Position)– You’re processing twelve layers of childhood trauma and two new crushes. You will emotionally re-emerge in spring. Your aura smells like tea and boundary issues.

Back Sleeper (Arms Crossed Over Chest)– You are either a vampire, a Virgo, or someone who journals about feelings instead of having them. You also like structure in bed. In several ways.

Stomach Sleeper (Face Down, Arms Out)– You’re ready to be railed into emotional surrender but also fear vulnerability. Your subconscious is trying to throw itself into the earth for comfort.

Starfish Sprawler (Limbs Everywhere)– You are soft. You crave connection. You’re physically clinging to space as metaphor. You’re probably naked. And someone wants to hold you. Immediately.

Sprawled Over a Man’s Chest (Specifically, Jax/Miles/Seb/Asher/Jonah)– You havezero regrets. You’ve fully spiritually imprinted. You now use a six-pack as your pillow and the sound of a heartbeat as your alarm clock. You’re healed. Or ruined. Same thing.

Bliss-ism #73/y

The forest sees your breakdown. The forest approves.

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