A dream still clings to the pillow at waking, sweet and dim, easy to slide back into if you let your eyes fall shut again. The south node is not a body up there but the familiar ground you come from, here the old habit of slipping into reverie, of blurring the world soft before you have to meet it. Neptune leaves a soft gap onto that ground, a door to release the fog you no longer need. Draw on that tenderness when it genuinely serves, then let the rest burn off. The haze does not have to soften everything now. Open your eyes the rest of the way when you are ready. The clearing is there for you, taken up only on the morning you choose to fully wake.