Snooze

The dog is lying at my feet with his back legs stretched to their most elegant length and his nose carefully wrapped in his front paws, and I suddenly realize that I have never learned to take a proper nap. A nap is something that happens after you have chased your ball around the yard, and sloshed water all over the kitchen floor, when you are suddenly overcome with sleepiness, so you throw yourself down right there where you stand and within seconds fall into a coma. It is an emotional comma in your day, free of rules, where drooling is allowed. It has nothing to do with power, or cats, and it isn’t relegated to Sunday afternoons. The right to choose to nap is part of controlling, if not your own destiny, your own daily routine. The dogs are way ahead of us.