I  follow the lightly accented British voice that guides my sleep meditation, plugged into my head to ensure that I don’t wake up my husband, Charles, in my effort to fall asleep. I’m on my back in a comfortable position in case I doze midstream.

As instructed, I begin the process by alighting on and putting activity from my day to bed. The day tucked in, I start at my toes and slowly move up to my head, explaining to each body part that it's time to surrender to sleep.

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