DELICIOUS

It’s funny, but when I think of the word “delicious” one of the first things that comes to mind isn’t  food related. I think of the delicious nap. I think of the restorative powers of a delicious nap. I picture myself lying on a sofa, near an open window, with a light summer breeze rustling the curtain. I’d probably be reading a book and at some point Morpheus’ arms would envelope me and I would graciously succumb. Sleep would wash over me midday, like some kind of narcotic-laced wave.

I love naps so much, it doesn’t even have to be my own. I’m happy to see my husband take a nap, or a visiting guest or the sacred beauty of a grandchild’s peaceful face as they slumber in the daylight. It actually does my body, my soul good to see someone else rest midday. Heck, I’m not much of a pet person, but I even like the sight of a midday-sleeping cat or dog.

visiting guest

I usually hold hope that a nap will be a part of my day. It rarely is.