Waking at just the right time and place
Focused on enjoying the moment
Not tarrying or rushing
Embracing rest and nestled in its sweetness.
Fighting off the creeping pressure to descend.
But remember I don’t. And neither do I dream.
Instead,
I think thoughtfully
But in a boozy clouded way
Not to slumber,
But feel the texture of the bed.
Context: A short love letter to napping