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.