I woke up in the middle of the night to news of a shooting in Las Vegas. I reached for my phone to see how many more minutes of sleep I could squeeze in before I needed to begin the day. My mind shifted quickly from it’s sleepy state to being pulled into the pieces of the story that were slowly forming. I tried to get back to sleep, completely aware that it may be easier for me than those affected. Or that I have the ability to close my eyes and wake up again.