Unable to sleep, I decided to sit up and meditate. I felt good, enjoying the moment. My breath felt almost mint cool on the inside of my nostrils; the darkness behind my closed eyelids swirled with an almost green tint. My body felt warm and comfortable, energized. I felt the bottoms of my feet touching as I had them pulled up almost beneath me, and I rested my hands, palms up, thumb and forefinger slightly touching. Each point of contact was felt as a boundary, but then I was aware of the sounds both in the room and far off, extending me far beyond my touching points. I held sound and touch together in what felt like great openness, marveling at how holding up the edges of the boundaries released the surface tension, as a controlling ‘I’ dissolved into the open background.