Sometimes my brain, my body does such endearing things .. The General sawed off a small wooden block (something like 2x2x1.5 inches) from whatever he was building and brought it to me while I slept, putting it in my hand, saying (knowing I like such things): There, a wooden block for you. And so I slept on, gently, unwaking, tired, for more than another hour, continuously holding the block in my hand. That primordial clutching instinct onto something comforting and dear :)