Darkness descends, but I have a night light just in case when I open my eyes.
And I am wrapped up in my blanket. Like a burrito. My pillows propped behind my head. My laptop—my communication tool, but primarily my blank canvas is warm and strong.
I have choices—to put out my writing, to lie down on my belly and close my eyes. I love choosing the latter to let a drowsiness take over and wash the concerns of the day…away.
Then everything is ok.