Never been much of a napper myself. Even in Kindergarten and daycare when we were afforded such luxuries, it wasn't really my thing. There are days now, early in to my adulthood, that I wish nothing more than to be able to lie down, rest, and allow the day to slip away while slumber holds me in her soothing arms. Cradled in sleep, perhaps dancing with dreams, or sitting in silence, what joy might come to pass in the quietness of rest?
To lie with lethargy.
To twist with torpor.
To dine with dormancy.
Perhaps our waltz with life is defined by the way we move.
But there is something to be said for the moments spent fetching a