I am from a family of nappers. One of my earliest memories is of standing beside my parents' bed watching them sleep. My mother's idea of a perfect day off is to sleep in and stay in her pajamas all day.
The carpet in the living room of my parents' house is plush and soft. My siblings and I have taken many naps on that carpet, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun. In August Jon, Spencer, Dalia and I laid blankets and pillows down on that floor and napped while dinner was being made.
Yawning now...more to come on this subject.
Must
sleep.
RVW
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