Dynamics of a damn good nap.
It started when I stopped as soon as I got tired. I layed down on my bed. I have to lay in an awkward: non-nighttime sleep position, so I layed parrallel to the foot of the bed. I was in a fetal position laying on my right-side. Just as I'm laying down Stanley comes in to be spooned and finds the mushy spot (also known as my torso) to camp out. The last thing I remember was sound of the blinds rattling in the window indicating that Othello was about the join us. I don't remember the details of my dream- but I know I dreamed about packing (which is the big plan for an evenful Saturday night) and I remember my dream being very peaceful. I woke up slowly- which I haven't done in. . . I don't know how long. I woke and didn't open my eyes, I layed there and listened to the quiet of the apartment and the breathing of the cats on the bed. When I opened my eyes I realized I'd been asleep for about an hour and a half.
I feel rested- which I haven't felt all week. I feel rejuvinated- which I'll need to get all my shit packed. I feel like that was an A+ nap.
Now THAT'S how a bill becomes a law!
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