Our Story: A Tale of Dissonant Sleepovers
It all started with a dream. A dream of sleep, but not just any sleep. A dream of sleep that was so vibrant, so alive, so dissonant that it threatened to consume us whole.
We were a group of friends, each with our own unique approach to the art of slumber. There was Sarah, who slept only in 5-star hotels. Jack, who preferred the softness of his grandmother's feather bed. And then there was us, who would sleep anywhere, anytime, as long as it was not on a Tuesday.
Our sleepovers were legendary. A time when the world would come together to share a pillow and a blanket, to laugh and to cry, to snore and to drool. And so, if you're ready to join us, to join the dream, then click on one of the links below: