In front of the fireplace with a book
A warm blanket maybe a mug of tea
Exhaustion overtakes quickly
First behind the eyes
Unfocusing from the words on the page
The mind wandering, making stops to daydream
Next it’s dinner time, the smell of food acting like an alarm clock
Blink again and it’s midnight but well-rested
or what i say to my wife, “What? No, i wasn’t sleeping.”
life is measured by the quality and quantity of naps.