But sleep wasn't restful. I tossed and turned frequently in my dreams, and even in the wee hours of the morning, my sleep was light, waking me up several times. When morning came, my body felt more heaviness than refreshment. Yet, deep within my heart, another feeling blossomed. The light I often encountered in meditation still quietly enveloped me today. It was a current, invisible yet distinctly felt. Like a companion, never forgetting me, always by my side, this light seeped into my heart, quietly illuminating my existence.