#safe in a cocoon of comfort and coziness THE FEELS COME IN WITH A STEEL FUCKING CHAIR

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in a weird turn of events this episode made me cry the most what the fuck happened HAHAHAHAHAH

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Chapter 9 - David and Patrick open up some boxes and have a difficult discussion.

Summary:  Being stuck in the Milwaukee airport is bad enough. Then David realizes that the man who broke his heart is sitting right next to him. After a rom-com worthy reunion, David decides he won't walk away again.

Read this chapter here; read from the beginning on A03 here.  TW:  this chapter contains discussion of depression and past suicidal thoughts.

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The next morning it’s still raining, and between that and the scrapes on his knees David decides that he’s not going out for a run.  He can skip a day when he has to, at least now when his anxiety has relaxed the steel grip it used to have on him.  

The gray light peeking through the blinds makes the room feel cozy, and David wiggles a bit under the covers, letting himself enjoy the rare opportunity to sleep in.  Of course, it wouldn’t be the same at all without Patrick lying next to him, curled up against David’s side and snoring softly.

David cups his hand around the curve of Patrick’s arm, his fingers tucking under the edge of his t-shirt.  Patrick snuffles adorably and strokes his palm down David’s chest.  David can tell the moment when Patrick wakes up enough to remember just where he is, and where they are, and his hand stills.

David lays his hand gently over Patrick’s, twining their fingers together and pressing it against his chest.  It’s okay, he thinks to himself, and to Patrick.  We’re okay.

“Do you remember when we slept on that air mattress?” David asks, the memory coming to him unbidden, something about the act of Patrick waking up a little bit confused prompting it into his brain.

“Hmm, yeah,” Patrick says after a moment, his voice quiet against David’s shoulder.  “The first night in my new apartment, before all the furniture came.  It squeaked.”

“I woke up every time you turned over,” David says.  “And every time, you put your arm back over me and kissed me right through my complaints.”

Patrick blinks his eyes open and gazes at David.  “You seemed to like it well enough at the time.”

David hides his smile against Patrick’s arm.  “I did.”

Patrick snorts.  “Tell me you didn’t do it on purpose.”

David gasps, mockingly affronted.  “I would never.”

“Sure.”

“At least, not the first few times.”

They fall into a comfortable silence, David rubbing his thumb along the back of Patrick’s hand as they listen to the rain coming down outside the window.  Every once in a while there’s a far off rumble of thunder.  David feels like he’s in a little cocoon, safe indoors with Patrick.

“We were really good together, weren’t we?” Patrick asks, unable to keep a twinge of sadness out of his words.

“We were,” David says, shifting so that he can look at Patrick.  “And we are.”

Patrick stares at him then, then nods and tucks his face into the crook of David’s neck, his hand grasping tighter at David’s.  David marvels at himself, that he didn’t say “we will be” or some other hopeful statement of future possibility.  He’s not sure where this confidence has come from, but he clings to it like Alexis to a Prada bag.

It’s not that he thinks it will be easy, merging their lives back together.  But he really thinks they can.  They already are.  

David hadn’t been sure about offering to stay longer here with Patrick.  At first he had been waiting for Patrick to ask him; he thought it wouldn’t be right to raise it himself.  After all, David was the one that insisted on coming with Patrick, back at the airport when he realized that Patrick was headed to Florida and not to Toronto.  He didn’t want to push himself onto Patrick again.  He wasn’t certain that his continued presence would be wanted.

But then after a few days together it became clear to David that Patrick was no longer the take-charge guy he used to be, at least not right now.  Patrick is hurting, and his self-confidence has taken a beating.  He didn’t seem likely to go out on a limb and risk further damage, a concept that David is all too familiar with.  So David called in a favor with his assistant, and asked him to send down some of his favorite warm weather clothes, just in case.

He couldn’t be more pleased with how it turned out, Patrick so clearly happy that David isn’t going home yet.  And it’s true that David can work remotely, at least for a while.  It helps that his boss (ie, his dad) is so invested in the reason David wants to stay in Florida.  He’s lucky that Johnny didn’t suggest opening up a satellite office on Patrick’s lanai.

“I’ve never been to therapy,” Patrick says tentatively, pulling David out of his thoughts.  “What was it like?”  

David almost comments on the non sequitur, then decides it really isn’t one.  They need to be able to talk about what each of them have been through these past few years, and if this is Patrick’s way of asking about David, when they’re curled up together under the covers on a rainy morning, he’s not going to question it. It’s not a topic with a natural segue.

“Well, it wasn’t my first rodeo, you know.”  He’s about to launch into something humorous, making light of his adolescent struggles, but then he changes course.  Patrick is asking seriously, and he deserves a serious answer.  He’s fortunate that his latest experience with therapy went as well as it did.  “A lot depends on whether you have the right therapist, someone who can push you enough to make progress without making you so pissed off that you stop going.”

“That makes sense.”

“Luckily this time around I did have someone good, on the first try even.  A woman in Toronto.  I thought I’d hate her at first, she was young and had too many piercings…”

“A therapist with piercings?”

“I know, not the sterotype, right?  And she had this one in her eyebrow, it was not a good look for her… but she’s good for me.”

Patrick shifts against David, and David knows without looking at him that he’s got a little frown on his forehead, that’s he’s thinking too much about his next question.  “Do you still talk to her?”

“I do.  Not on a regular schedule, but every few weeks or month or so, when I have something I want to talk about, or just to check in.”

“Have you talked to her about me? I mean, now?”

<i>Have I ever,</i> David thinks.  “Yes.  And before you ask, she won’t exactly say whether she thinks it’s a good idea or not, but I think she’s secretly shipping us pretty hard.”

Patrick laughs, and David turns towards him, capturing his mouth in a light, silly kiss.  

“I’m glad she approves,” Patrick says, a waver in his voice.

David wants to reassure him, to tell him that everyone does, but he knows it’s not that simple.  “It’s not as if Alexis <i>disapproves,</i>” he says.  

“She’s just worried for you,” Patrick fills in.

“Yeah.”  That’s an understatement.  “It, um, it wasn’t good, for me, right after we broke up.  And she was there for all of that, so.”

Patrick reaches over and pushes a strand of hair off David’s face, his fingers lingering on his cheek and then resting back on David’s chest.  “Do you want to talk about it?”

David’s heart suddenly races, and he wonders if Patrick can feel it.  He has known that this moment was coming, that he has to tell Patrick what happened.  And he knows, he really does, that Patrick won’t judge.  Patrick has been open with him, and David needs to do the same.  Keeping things in boxes never worked for them, not in the long run, and it won’t work now either.  But no matter how reasonable it seems, David has still been dreading it.

“Yeah,” David says.  “Okay.”  Patrick shifts closer, and slides his free arm around David, so that David is surrounded by him, Patrick up against his back and breathing softly against his neck.  He almost cries, before he even gets started, at this signal from Patrick that he’s loved.

He gives himself a moment to take it in, the fact that he’s going to be telling this story but with Patrick’s arms wrapped around him, and begins.  “So, not long after we broke up, one of my mom’s castmates from Sunrise Bay let us use their house in the Hamptons for a while.  I don’t know if you’ve ever been, but the summers are pretty much non-stop parties out there, all the rich and famous celebrities and wanna-be’s blowing off steam and abusing every substance they can get their hands on.  It was easy to join in, and slip back into some bad habits.”

Patrick nods his head against David’s shoulder, letting David know he’s listening.

“One night at a party, after far too many drinks and a particularly embarrassing social interaction with Neil Patrick Harris’ stylist – who is not as cute as he thinks he is -  I decided I was going to leave.  On the way back to the house I got into an accident with a driver that was even drunker than I was.”

Patrick holds David tighter, but David just takes a deep breath and goes on.  It’s not going to get any easier.

“I broke my collarbone, which wasn’t any fun at all.”  He can feel Patrick tensing next to him.

“Was the other driver…?”

“Totally uninjured, which was a fucking miracle, given how our cars looked.”

“Oh David,” Patrick says, his voice tight.  “I’m so sorry.”

“No, it was all me, no apology necessary.”

“Still, I’m sorry that happened to you.  That must have been so scary.”  Patrick squeezes David’s hand.  “Was that why you stopped drinking?”

David feels his heart start to pound its way up towards his throat.  “No, not exactly.”  He takes a deep breath, and turns over to face Patrick.  It feels wrong to have this conversation without looking at him.  Whatever he finds there, he can’t afford to miss it.  He needs to see Patrick there in front of him, even if the concern in Patrick’s eyes is almost too much to take.  It’s better than the alternative.

He takes another deep breath, steadying himself, and begins the rest of the story.  “When I left the party, I knew I couldn’t drive home safely, but I went anyway.  Alexis caught me on the way out, begged me to wait until she called an Uber, but I didn’t listen.  I actually had scratches on my forearm from her nails, where she tried to stop me.”  David pauses for a moment, blinking away the memory of Alexis’ face as he pulled away.  “I got in the car and sped out of there.  And… I wasn’t drunkenly convinced I’d be fine, it wasn’t an error of judgement.  I knew I was too drunk to drive, and I did it anyway.  It felt good.  It felt… freeing.”

David sees Patrick’s eyes fill with tears as he realizes what David is saying, and he hates himself for doing this to Patrick, just as he did it to his family.

“That’s what really scared me.”  He tries to laugh, letting out something more like a sob.  “I wouldn’t have thought the Rose family could have any more together time than we did when we lived in the motel, but it turns out I was wrong.  My parents moved me into their place in Toronto, we found the good therapist, and I decided alcohol was not my friend.  It was months before I moved out into my own apartment.”

Patrick is crying freely now, tears silently streaming down his cheeks.  David wraps his arms around his shoulders and pulls him close.

“I’m sorry,” David says.  “I didn’t want to tell you, but-”

“Oh god, David,” Patrick says, interrupting him.  “Don’t apologize, oh my god, if you had – thank god you didn’t-”

“I’m okay now,” David tries to reassure him, knowing that it isn’t that easy.  It took months for Alexis to stop texting him every few hours, thinking that if she kept tabs on him she could keep it from happening again.  “I am, I promise.  I haven’t felt that way since that night, not even for a minute.”

“Did you – did you really want to kill yourself?”

David has asked himself this question and tried to answer it a million times.  “I think it was more like I was indifferent to it,” David says, which is what feels most like the truth.  “I didn’t have a plan.  I wasn’t going to drive into a tree or off a bridge.  I just kind of didn’t care.”

Patrick suddenly sits up and pulls David up with him, until they are looking at each other straight in the eye.  “David, you bring light into so many people’s lives.  Into mine.  You’ve made me happier than anyone ever has, you’ve given me the best moments of my life.  You’re creative, and sexy, and gorgeous…” He stops for breath, and David gives him a sideways smile.

“Still not <i>nice,</i> though?”

Patrick freezes, then huffs out a laugh.  “You asshole.”

David bites his lip.  “I’m sorry, I’ve heard a lot of speeches over the past few years, and it’s not as if I don’t appreciate it, but…”

“But it doesn’t matter.”

“Not when you feel the way I felt.  It’s depression, it’s your brain.  No one telling you that you’re awesome can really fix it.”  There’s a look on Patrick’s face that makes David think that maybe this is ringing a bell for Patrick, and he resolves to go back and revisit it.  There’s a part of him that hopes that talking to Patrick about his own experience would maybe prompt Patrick to think about his own troubles, but he needs to let Patrick bring it up himself.  Anyway, this conversation isn’t about Patrick, it’s about David, and he has to see it through.  “I’m okay now, I really am,” David says.  

Patrick grabs his arms, squeezing his biceps tight.  “I’m so glad,” Patrick says, “god, more than glad, David…” He blows out an unsteady breath, his eyes flickering away and then back to David before asking, hesitantly, “But you still talk to your therapist.  It can come back?”

And there it is, the fucking irony of it all.  “Yeah, well, like I said, this wasn’t the first time.”  David leans his head back and blinks at the ceiling fan.  “Damaged goods.”

Patrick sweeps him into a crushing embrace, one hand holding David’s head tight against his own.  “I’m not going anywhere, David, and I’m not letting you go, either.  Not this time.  I don’t care how miserable you feel – I mean, I care, I don’t want you to be miserable-” Patrick takes a quick breath – “but I’ll still be here, no matter what happens.  You won’t chase me away.  I’m never letting go of you.”

It’s then, at the end of this whole agonizing conversation, that David finally loses his composure, ugly sobs bursting out of him as he and Patrick cling to each other.  He’s not sure how long it goes on.  Patrick holds him as he shakes and cries, and whispers reassurances that are pointless but still feel pathetically wonderful.

Finally it subsides, and David finds himself curled up on Patrick’s chest, Patrick stroking his hand up and down his back.  He raises himself up on an elbow, and presses his lips together as Patrick wipes his cheeks with the hem of his t-shirt.

“Well, that was a pleasant way to start the day, wasn’t it?”  David manages.

David watches as Patrick stares at him, searching his face, and then apparently comes to some kind of decision, some Patrick-inspired solution to this emotionally torturous pothole.  “We need pancakes,” Patrick says, sitting up and pushing David to do the same.

David stares at him.  “I like pancakes,” he says, stating the obvious.

“I know.”  Patrick slides out of bed.  “And we’re not eating them here.  We’re going out.”

“It’s raining.”

“You won’t melt.”

David feels a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.  “I might.”

“Well then at least you’ll have pancakes first.  Get up and get dressed, we’re leaving in twenty minutes.

It’s a welcome escape from the drama of the morning’s conversation, and not only that, a glimpse of the Patrick Brewer David remembers so well, cocky and sure of himself.  It’s perfect.

“Give me thirty, and you have a deal.”

The little diner that Patrick takes them to is cute enough, and the pancakes are tasty, but David can’t seem to settle down.  It feels like Patrick is looking at him differently, like he’s fragile, and David hates it.  He stares at Patrick, sitting across from him in a booth that is nothing like Café Tropical and yet so familiar, until he can’t ignore the elephant in the room anymore.

“I’m really okay,” David says, interrupting an endless story about how Marcy always orders a veggie omelet with no cheese and egg whites but then gets a giant cinnamon roll along with it, and Patrick pauses with his fork halfway to his mouth.

“Okay…” Patrick says, his eyes finding David’s.  

“You keep talking about random stuff but I know you’re thinking about something else.  About me, about what I told you.”

Patrick’s face shifts into a half-hearted smirk.  “It’s not always about you, David.”

“Mmmhm.  Then what’s going on?”

Patrick sets his fork down, and suddenly David wishes he hadn’t asked, because Patrick looks nervous, and that can’t mean anything good.  Has he changed his mind and realized that David really is too much to deal with?  Did he finally succeed in frightening him away?

“What you told me actually gave me a lot of hope,” Patrick says slowly.  “That you were – depressed-” he hesitates over the word, but gets it out.  “But now you feel better.”

“It’s been up and down, but mostly up, lately,” David babbles, not sure what else to say.

“I think I was,” Patrick says, looking down at his plate.  “Depressed.  Am still, maybe.  Although it’s been better, recently… something’s still wrong.  I think I need help shaking it off.”

It hits him like a blow to the chest.  It has been obvious that Patrick hasn’t been himself, the way Patrick had described losing his job, and what led to going out with Jamie the night of his attack, but it still hurts to hear Patrick say it.  It’s not something that David would wish on anyone.

David knows Patrick didn’t grow up with therapy on Wednesday afternoons in between piano lessons and baseball, and until today, he doesn’t think they ever really had a serious conversation about it.  And he’s fairly certain that Patrick considered David’s history with mental health issues to be something that only happened to people not named Brewer.  

He reaches across the table and finds Patrick’s hand where he’s clutching his napkin.  “This can be a very difficult thing to talk about,” he says.  “I’m proud of you for saying it.  I’ll be here for you, whatever you need.  We can find you a therapist, a good one.”

“One with piercings?”

“Maybe even a sleeve tattoo.”  

Patrick manages a weak grin.  He knows David’s feelings on permanently marring your skin.  But then his smile fades.  “I hate that you’re so familiar with all of this.”

“Well, if it can help you at all, at least my experience can be good for something.”

Patrick shakes his head.  “Oh my god, this is the worst date ever.”

“Was this a date?  But I didn’t bring Stevie.”  David can’t help bringing that up, it’s too perfect.  And as planned, it makes Patrick laugh so hard he snorts, and has to shove his napkin over his mouth.  

“Shut up.  I suck at first dates, I get it.”

“Nope.”  David gets up and slides around the table, sitting next to Patrick on the bench and draping his arms around his shoulders.  “You don’t suck at it.  You got us here, both times, and that’s what matters.  You are relentlessly persistent when you put your mind to it.  You can get through this, Patrick, you can.”

Patrick laces his arms around David’s waist and they sit there for a long moment, squished in between the back of the booth and the table, David rubbing the back of Patrick’s head and trying to ignore the fact that the elbow of his sweater is probably getting in the questionable syrup Patrick soaked his pancakes in.

“Is it wrong for me to wish that you could hug this out of me?”  Patrick says into David’s neck.  “I mean, it couldn’t be that easy, could it?  You make me so happy.  I’ve been happier this week than I have been in three years.  Just stay right here.  Don’t let go.”

David shrugs, smiling against Patrick’s head and pulling him tighter against him.  “What do I know, I’m not a therapist.  We can try it.  But at some point, they’re gonna make us leave this booth.”  

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Can You Buy Your Way to Better Sleep?

Do you ever rest your head at night, toss back and forth under the covers, and think: “I have been going to bed every single night since the day I was born. Why is falling asleep still so hard?” At those moments, when counting sheep just won’t cut it, you might consider handing over all the cash in your wallet in exchange for a peaceful snooze. A full night’s rest is one of the pleasures in life that money can’t necessarily buy — though the pursuit of it has the potential to set you back thousands.

Bedtime has become a multi-billion dollar industry. As social media pushes us to achieve ultimate self-care—and as the world around us becomes increasingly chaotic—we’ve retreated to cozy, safe spaces. We surround our beds with lavish candles, Egyptian sheets, REM tracking devices, white-noise machines and gadgets that pump lavender oil into the air. Chasing flawless sleep is, ironically, exhausting.

However, there is some value to the products being pushed onto us via podcast ads, Instagram influencers and colourfully designed subway banners. Money is being pumped into research on mattress technology, snore-solving devices and ambient sleep tracks (like Headspace’s “Cat Marina”) in hopes of selling consumers a scientifically better slumber. Here are some of the modern sleep aids currently on the market, and what exactly they’re going to cost you.

The Millennial-Friendly Mattress

A sweet sleep starts with a solid (or rather, springy) foundation. Over the past few years, millennial-focused brands have reshaped the marketplace for mattresses: they’ve cut out the middleman by putting beds in a box, and have sold a generation the idea that mattresses can be cool. Casper wasn’t the first company to do it, but they’re the name you’ll likely think of first.

If you listen to podcasts or follow any sort of influencer on Instagram, you’ve come across Casper. Their clever use of content marketing has positioned them as a cultural touchstone for all things sleep and comfort. For a while, Casper—like most direct-to-consumer bed brands—only sold foam mattresses. In response to the growing customer demand for a little springier, Casper recently launched two new hybrid mattresses, which combine the embrace of foam with the support of steel coils to create a more resilient, responsive, supportive and breathable sleep surface. It’s the reimagined mattress, reimagined.

What it costs: $1775.00

The Personalized Pillow

Pluto takes the Gen X-savviness of Casper and applies it to customized pillows. By having interested customers complete an online quiz, the startup promises to identify the cushion that’s best suited for each individual’s sleep style. “Our proprietary model and pillow designs take a more scientific approach in which we create and personalize pillows to you based on your body stats, how you sleep, and your preferences,” explains founder Susana Saeliu. “This algorithm continues to improve with more orders and customer feedback.”

What it costs: $85.00

The 25-Pound Blanket

Drape a weighted blanket over your body and feel the tender comfort of a cocoon. The 10 to 20-pound sheets filled with pellets, balls, or chains and covered in fuzz trigger deep touch pressure stimulation, allowing your brain to release feel-good hormones like serotonin and oxytocin. With your stress eased, your eyes will soon shut. Plus, it’s a lot harder to reach for your phone when the weight of a toddler is holding you down.

What it costs: ~$200.00

The Smart Snoring Solution

This device is for the person who might be sleeping next to you, and for the good of your relationship. Unlike sticky nose strips and anti-snoring chin straps, Nora keeps you quiet without sacrificing your sex-appeal. The system includes a wireless mic, which sits on the snorer’s nightstand. When it hears your start to snore, Nora uses an “Expander”—which is essentially an air pump and an inflatable device that goes under your pillow—to gently shift the position of your head, stimulating your neck and throat muscles and opening your airways.

What it costs: $329.00

The Snoozy Sleepcast

Swap your nightly Netflix for something a little more mindful. Headspace, a popular meditation app, recently started producing “sleepcasts,” a nighttime audio series that promise to sweet talk listeners into a peaceful snooze. Sign up for an annual subscription, and you can fall asleep to a varied selection of ambient sounds with soothing voiceovers. The app features more than your typical campfire, rainforest and waves on the beach—though it includes those sounds too. More unique options include “Midnight Laundrette,” “Hummingbird Bungalow” and “Cat Marine.” The combination of purring and boat motors is sure to spark some fascinating dreams.

What it costs: $95.88 / year

The Lulling Lamp

Casper recently took a short jump from beds to bedside tables. Glow lights, described as the”magical light for better sleep,” slowly dim when it’s time for bed, and then gently mimic the rising sun as they turn on the next morning. The bedtime/wake-up ritual can last between 15 minutes and one and a half hours, and can be customized using a companion app. You can stop reaching for your phone when you suddenly wake at 3am in need of a glass of water, and instead, gently shake the Glow to activate a dim light that self-adjusts to the brightness of your bedroom.

What it costs: $140.00

The Sleep Tracker

You think your eight hours of shut-eye will have you well rested for the day ahead. But then, you wake up reaching for an x-large cup of caffeine. Each night, your body cycles through different sleep stages: light sleep, deep sleep and REM. Fitbit’s tracker uses sensitive motion detectors to measure your time spent in each sleep stage, to help you understand the quality of your sleep.

What it costs: $199.99

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Can You Buy Your Way to Better Sleep?

Do you ever rest your head at night, toss back and forth under the covers, and think: “I have been going to bed every single night since the day I was born. Why is falling asleep still so hard?” At those moments, when counting sheep just won’t cut it, you might consider handing over all the cash in your wallet in exchange for a peaceful snooze. A full night’s rest is one of the pleasures in life that money can’t necessarily buy — though the pursuit of it has the potential to set you back thousands.

Bedtime has become a multi-billion dollar industry. As social media pushes us to achieve ultimate self-care—and as the world around us becomes increasingly chaotic—we’ve retreated to cozy, safe spaces. We surround our beds with lavish candles, Egyptian sheets, REM tracking devices, white-noise machines and gadgets that pump lavender oil into the air. Chasing flawless sleep is, ironically, exhausting.

However, there is some value to the products being pushed onto us via podcast ads, Instagram influencers and colourfully designed subway banners. Money is being pumped into research on mattress technology, snore-solving devices and ambient sleep tracks (like Headspace’s “Cat Marina”) in hopes of selling consumers a scientifically better slumber. Here are some of the modern sleep aids currently on the market, and what exactly they’re going to cost you.

The Millennial-Friendly Mattress

A sweet sleep starts with a solid (or rather, springy) foundation. Over the past few years, millennial-focused brands have reshaped the marketplace for mattresses: they’ve cut out the middleman by putting beds in a box, and have sold a generation the idea that mattresses can be cool. Casper wasn’t the first company to do it, but they’re the name you’ll likely think of first.

If you listen to podcasts or follow any sort of influencer on Instagram, you’ve come across Casper. Their clever use of content marketing has positioned them as a cultural touchstone for all things sleep and comfort. For a while, Casper—like most direct-to-consumer bed brands—only sold foam mattresses. In response to the growing customer demand for a little springier, Casper recently launched two new hybrid mattresses, which combine the embrace of foam with the support of steel coils to create a more resilient, responsive, supportive and breathable sleep surface. It’s the reimagined mattress, reimagined.

What it costs: $1775.00

The Personalized Pillow

Pluto takes the Gen X-savviness of Casper and applies it to customized pillows. By having interested customers complete an online quiz, the startup promises to identify the cushion that’s best suited for each individual’s sleep style. “Our proprietary model and pillow designs take a more scientific approach in which we create and personalize pillows to you based on your body stats, how you sleep, and your preferences,” explains founder Susana Saeliu. “This algorithm continues to improve with more orders and customer feedback.”

What it costs: $85.00

The 25-Pound Blanket

Drape a weighted blanket over your body and feel the tender comfort of a cocoon. The 10 to 20-pound sheets filled with pellets, balls, or chains and covered in fuzz trigger deep touch pressure stimulation, allowing your brain to release feel-good hormones like serotonin and oxytocin. With your stress eased, your eyes will soon shut. Plus, it’s a lot harder to reach for your phone when the weight of a toddler is holding you down.

What it costs: ~$200.00

The Smart Snoring Solution

This device is for the person who might be sleeping next to you, and for the good of your relationship. Unlike sticky nose strips and anti-snoring chin straps, Nora keeps you quiet without sacrificing your sex-appeal. The system includes a wireless mic, which sits on the snorer’s nightstand. When it hears your start to snore, Nora uses an “Expander”—which is essentially an air pump and an inflatable device that goes under your pillow—to gently shift the position of your head, stimulating your neck and throat muscles and opening your airways.

What it costs: $329.00

The Snoozy Sleepcast

Swap your nightly Netflix for something a little more mindful. Headspace, a popular meditation app, recently started producing “sleepcasts,” a nighttime audio series that promise to sweet talk listeners into a peaceful snooze. Sign up for an annual subscription, and you can fall asleep to a varied selection of ambient sounds with soothing voiceovers. The app features more than your typical campfire, rainforest and waves on the beach—though it includes those sounds too. More unique options include “Midnight Laundrette,” “Hummingbird Bungalow” and “Cat Marine.” The combination of purring and boat motors is sure to spark some fascinating dreams.

What it costs: $95.88 / year

The Lulling Lamp

Casper recently took a short jump from beds to bedside tables. Glow lights, described as the”magical light for better sleep,” slowly dim when it’s time for bed, and then gently mimic the rising sun as they turn on the next morning. The bedtime/wake-up ritual can last between 15 minutes and one and a half hours, and can be customized using a companion app. You can stop reaching for your phone when you suddenly wake at 3am in need of a glass of water, and instead, gently shake the Glow to activate a dim light that self-adjusts to the brightness of your bedroom.

What it costs: $140.00

The Sleep Tracker

You think your eight hours of shut-eye will have you well rested for the day ahead. But then, you wake up reaching for an x-large cup of caffeine. Each night, your body cycles through different sleep stages: light sleep, deep sleep and REM. Fitbit’s tracker uses sensitive motion detectors to measure your time spent in each sleep stage, to help you understand the quality of your sleep.

What it costs: $199.99

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