The night of remembered living happened in its own time. Since the accident, we have been sleeping in the downstairs guest room. I've had much fear about going up and down the stairs. Ten weeks ago I fell down those stairs and into a kind of hell. Last night I walked up to our bedroom and slept well until morning. The walk downstairs was a bit uneasy but the sunlight filtering down with me showered light rather than dark. The boundary between sick and well happened without question or prodding. Chuck simply asked, "Do you want to sleep upstairs tonight?" I said, "Yes." I left the cocoon of my healing because I am now of good health.