It’s certainly not something I let my neighbors in on. I think my sister knows…. My dad occasionally drops in at ‘inopportune’ times in the afternoon and discovered my secret…. My friends? I think I may have referenced the occasional Saturday afternoon indiscretion. The inlaws? NOT!
But, in considering outing myself publicly here, I figured, “what the hell… I’m tired of the sneaking around, the secrecy… the SHAME!
I am a napper. If I can swing it… I’ll do it. At about one in the afternoon, after a morning of school with the kids and lunch… I’ve about had it. If I’ve no demands or plans for that time in the afternoon, my body, in no uncertain terms, makes clear its needs… and I search out my favourite chair… my favourite blankie… and, if they’re in the mood, a kitten or two to snuggle with… sometimes even my youngest child… and I embrace a short date with dreamland.
It is nothing short of heaven. I lay back my head onto the cool inviting leather, curl the blanket more securely around my shoulders… and in moments, I there I am… the sweet spot: that delicious space where you can actually feel your mind and body falling into the soft, welcome reprieve of suspended consciousness. I often think at that moment I must be smiling.
