You're centered in yourself, exhausted and a little achey but flopped over and warm and comfortable after a long day, absolutely satisfied; someone's with you, carding fingers through your hair, and you love them, warm and fierce and true -- all's right in your world --

It's more an impression than a solid memory, but it's so strong it leaves you a little dizzy and weak-kneed, banishing the remnants of the crystal vine's effects.