The edges of a nap, when you're in and out of delicious, unworried sleep, are like gravy overflowing from every direction down a pile of mashed potatoes, escaping from the deep volcanic lake.
Being here in Montana with my folks, I have gotten to take naps more regularly, even on those days when Zoralee doesn't. And wow - I am thankful.
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I'd say it's more like cool, creamy licks of a delicious ice-cream cone just starting to melt down the edges. A dark chocolate one. With hidden chunks of more rich dark chocolate. Much better than mashed potatoes.
I'm glad you're getting naps.
I'm also glad that you're taking the time to write tiny little blog snippets, even if they're short.
And even though I already text or talk to you a dozen times every day anyhow. i like these lil' posts.
Yes, Mom. In my fully wakeful state, I'd have to agree with you: ice cream trumps mashed potatoes at least 359 days of the year. However, the potato vision is what I awoke with after a particularly delicious nap, so that's what I had to write.
Thanks, sis. Little posts are more manageable.
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