March 29, 2017 by Petrea
Wilma Wednesday: Nap Time
I decide to lie down and grab a nap for half an hour or so. I hate to unmake the bed, but not enough to keep me from doing it. I climb in, bury myself under the covers, and let my arm dangle off the side.
Someone licks my hand. She asks, “What are we doing?”
“We’re taking a nap, Wilma.”
“Want to come outside? We can nap in the weeds.”
Weeding, weeds and allergies might be the reason I’m tired in the middle of the afternoon. “I think I’ll stay here. But thank you.”
I close my eyes. She licks my hand again, and I give a soft scratch to her chin. I hear her walk away, but not far. Her bed is on the floor nearby. She stops there to dig among her blankets until they’re arranged to her liking, then she plops down in the middle of them and heaves a dramatic sigh. In a moment, her snores waft upon the air with the soothing rhythm of a gentle chainsaw.
I don’t know how many winks we get, but probably more than forty.