I never nap; I’m a live wire, too frazzled and on edge and go-go-go and full of troubling thoughts, and it’s my duty not to rest until the day is done. But something settled over me—a creeping, easy warmth, heavy like a blanket wrapping around me, slowing my pulse and calming my senses—and told me it’s going to be okay. I woke up refreshed and smiling, touching my hand to my chest.