NAPPING
I am sliding into the routine of parking myself on my big, comfortable
blue corduroy chair and closing my eyes for
“just a few minutes”. Two hours later, I wake up with drool on my blouse, my
neck stiff from being cranked in an awkward position and befuddled because I can’t
figure out how another afternoon slipped away from me.
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