Sunday Naps

There is just nothing better than a Sunday afternoon nap. I'm talking about the come home from church, put your pajamas back on, close the curtains, unplug the phone, turn off the light, get back in bed kind of nap.  That once a week nap that gets you from Monday to Saturday because you know Sunday will roll around again in just seven days. Naps where you sleep so hard and for so long you wake up disoriented, thinking it's Monday morning and you're late for work.  Naps from which you wake with your face looking like a roadmap, the lines marking every inch of skin the pillows and blankets claimed during your hibernation.  These are God-ordained naps, the rest of the Sabbath, the fourth commandment. That's where I'll be for the rest of the day. Obeying God. Living my belief that on the Sabbath, thou shalt nap, without interruption, without fail, and without guilt. Good night.