Nap Time
I’m trying to remember.
The last time I took a nap.
Or rather,
The last time I let myself take one.
When my eyelids surrendered to the pressure.
When the weight of my body stopped fighting gravity.
And sank into the cushion of the couch.
Where I could still hear people around me living.
Doing things.
While I so obviously wasn’t.
Where I didn’t set an alarm.
Or ask anyone to wake me.
It all feels so irresponsible.
It all feels so delicious.
I used to think I napped because I was tired.
Now I think I nap when I feel safe.
