Pre-nap Mania

3:01 pm After a gluttonous slice of southern heaven (an occasional rendezvous otherwise known as "lunch at Mama Dip's"... chicken 'n' dumplings, corn, fried okra, sweet iced tea, and a piece of Mama's homemade pecan pie... ), I returned to my windowless office, completely and utterly stuffed to near blissful comma and quickly decided that the walls were closing in on me. So I gathered my things, hopped in car, opened sunroof, and cruised off into the perfect spring afternoon soaring on the bare fumes left in my gas tank (not wanting to waste the time to stop) -- I shiverd with anticipation at the delightful prospect of an afternoon nap... Lady luck was on my side today as I coasted into my lover's filthy garage... and that's all I had hoped for.

I dismounted my petroless steed and dashed upstairs... I can hear the melody of the Whippoorwill outside the open window and an occasional dog barks. The curtains flare and fan with the frequent breeze and every so often some asshole cranks up a leaf blower in the distance. Ahh, but it's alright... that's just how tired I am (perhaps it's that diabetic coma kicking in from Mama's pecan pie). Snuggled under the goose down comforter that I made him buy one night, in nothing but my undies, the only thing standing between me and beautiful fluid sleep are my fingers banging away on the keyboard...

I can remedy that.

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"Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there."
--E. M. Cioran, The Tempation to Exist