the nap

there is nothing
quite like the afternoon
nap. the twenty minute
slumber in the cool
of a darkened room at
five o'clock when the
sun is still up and most
of the world is still
struggling at work, or
trying to get home
to feed the kiddies or
walk the dog, or empty
out the cat tray from
the bathroom. not me.
off goes the clothes, a
cold drink, the fan goes
on, pull back the covers
and into those cool sheets
like a pool of deep
blue water with no bottom,
a short sweet swim into
an abbreviated dreamland.