Beyond the limit of darkness and light

Last night at around 3am, I hit a Kakashi moment as I took a step and immediately knew I was past my limit.  Cold sweat formed on my brow, and I knew that my body was about to give out.

Told Katy "I don't feel well," walked to the extra bedroom, pushed the stacks of washed laundry to the other side, and collapsed into a dream world.  As I faded out, my heartbeat seemed noticeably slower than the 51 bpm I measured the other night.

Babies don't sleep this good.  Trust me, I know.  I died.  And in four hours, I was born again.  Resurrected.

All worry had dissipated.  And what had replaced it was a sort of ... detachment.

From what I am still coming to understand.