There was a day when my heart was heavy and my skin was brittle. She sat with me on the sofa and gently took my hand in one of hers, and with the other, began to buff my nails.

She said, 'they're going to be so shiny...see?'

I felt something move inside me. Some broken part shifted closer to its proper position.

I leaned my head against her shoulder. The late afternoon sun shining through the window warmed me while she kept up a steady rhythm with the nail buffer.

And I fell asleep.

Peace.

And that was the second best nap I ever had.