Steve, my accountant husband, and I both suffer from occasional bouts of insomnia. One night I suggested we try a technique I'd read about, which was to encourage relaxation.

Lying with our eyes closed, I described a relaxing scene: "We're in a beautiful, ocean-side bungalow on a tropical island. A gentle breeze is coming through the French doors that lead to our private ocean path."

A quiet voice startled me from my peaceful place: "How much is this vacation costing us?" Steve asked.

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