“I hope you won’t leak air this time so I can wake up to a smiley face on your display,” I say.
She’s always quiet.
I change her filter and make sure that she’s plugged in.
“Ready?” I ask in a muffled voice.
I push her button and instantly feel her misty, scentless air pacify me. My throat opens like a sacred lotus flower. Particles of distilled water keep my head clear. And, before long, uninterrupted sleep enters my subconscious all the way to dreamland.