The first thing that I did when I came home from college was sleep. Not just a drowsy nap or a hazy, jet-lagged rest: I mean a full-body, dreamless, unconsciously drooling for 21 hours in a cold sweat, lights-out collapse. I curled up in the white cotton sheets of my old bed, letting the familiar shape of the mattress embrace me like a hug from an old friend. I fell asleep the Thursday night I arrived home and didn’t open my eyes until the sun was setting the next day.
