What My Ring Already Knew
My sleep ring logs the same six-minute disturbance every night. I know what I check then, and it isn't the weather.
My sleep ring logs the same six-minute disturbance every night. I know what I check then, and it isn't the weather.
Stories for the hours nobody sees.
My sleep ring sends a weekly report every Sunday and I usually just glance at the score and close it. Tonight I actually opened the graph.
There's a spike in it, small, every single night for three weeks, always around the same six minutes. Not enough to count as waking up. Enough that the app calls it a disturbance and moves on.
I know exactly what happens in those six minutes because I do it standing at the kitchen counter with a glass of water I don't need. I check the weather. I check the group chat, out of habit, nothing ever happens in it after midnight. Then I check his account, just to see the little marker that says active, to see if wherever he is he's also up.
We didn't date. We almost did, for about a month last spring, and then one of us said something careful and it turned into nothing on purpose, the mutual, sensible kind of nothing. I tell people we're friends. I tell myself the same thing walking back to bed every night at whatever minute it currently is.
The ring doesn't know any of that. It just knows my heart rate does something small and specific at the same time every night, consistent enough to graph, and it filed it under disturbance, which feels like the most honest word anyone's used for it yet.
I close the app. I don't message him. I'll probably be up again tomorrow at the same six minutes, checking the weather first, like that part matters.
Did this one stay with you?
More like this
Picked for the feeling they share with the one you just read.
Closing shift with dana, a dead scooter, and the route home that takes eleven minutes longer than it should.
A glitched gift exchange app briefly showed me who I got this year. I've spent three nights making sure she never traces the gift back to me.
I've asked hundreds of tables if they need anything else tonight. In bed, it slipped out again, and he answered like a customer.