It's funny how a good night's sleep, I mean a really good one, used to feel like a fleeting myth, something other people talked about. Now, it's just... a Tuesday. It's funny, the relief that washes over me now when I wake up and realize I actually feel... rested. Not just 'didn't wake up in a panic,' but genuinely rested. The bar was SO low for so long, and I still catch myself bracing for the shoe to drop, even though most days it doesn't.