Naptime

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An Ode to Naptime (AKA: Why I Haven’t Written in Two Months)

When the monster rests, quiet descends upon the house.

But it is not a peaceful silence.

These stolen moments are elusive, finite.

There is enough time for an email or two, surely. Long enough for a blog entry?

I think not.

Dare I get in the shower, or sit down on the toilet? Dare I make a phone call?

Dare I…. try to go to sleep??

Alas, these are beyond my reach. For the moment my head lays upon the pillow, his arises.

I never imagined that I could so strongly desire

for he whom I love most in the world

to just take a fucking nap.

 

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