Paper moon
This evening I uncharacteristically drifted off to sleep on the couch for an hour or so. Right around 8:30 my eyelids felt as if Mister Sandman had placed 25-lb. bags on each of them and staying awake suddenly wasn't an option. Sleep beckoned like an old-time carnival barker, waggling a tempting index finger at me, smiling with the knowledge that, yes, I would be easily taken in.Swaddled in flannel pajamas and a warm fleece blanket, my day and all its hassles lost the battle for my consciousness. Once I had finally given in, closing my eyes even for such a short time, my mind was at rest. During my nap, in that odd realm of sleep that remains forever a mystery to us, it was nice to be shrouded in the inviting, inky blackness that appeared to be there but perhaps never truly was.
posted by rekkidbraka @ 11:13 PM
2 Comments:
Sounds nice. I've often given in to those naps that call to me right after I get home from work. They usually are pretty restful and, on more than one occasion, they've drawn me in to stay for the whole night...
Good night.
Night, Sherman. Sleep well.
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