Dear Sunday Afternoon Nap,
You are so beautiful.
I want to write you haikus.
I want to petition Yankee Candle to make you into a scented votive.
I want to get you one of those greeting cards that plays music when you open it.
Mine would play “Lady in Red” by Chris de Burgh. Why? Cause at the end he whispers “I love you.” And I do, Sunday Afternoon Nap, I do love you.
There you are, hidden at the end of the week. Waiting on the last day before work begins anew. Calling softly, “Take a nap. Turn off your iPhone. Unplug one last time before the tide of the week rushes back in.”
But I ignore you all too often. I fill my days with activities and think of naps as wasteful. I watch cheesy movies on TNT, unable to break the power of such films as The Chronicles of Riddick, once I’ve watched 13 seconds. I can’t escape the couch if there’s a Vin Diesel movie on. Or, I run errands. I catch up on emails. I fill my Sundays so full that I miss you.
Occasionally though, you sneak back up on me. I get a summer cold, the most annoying coughs of all, and I am forced to take a nap. And then I’m back in your wonderland. Reunited in sleeptastic bliss.
Why do I ever forget how awesome you are Sunday Afternoon Nap?
God tried to tell us. All those years ago when he spoke about the importance of the Sabbath. It’s one of the ten commandments! Maybe the Sunday nap isn’t technically mentioned in the Bible, but I guarantee I could find it in the Message version. There’s got to be at least one reference to the “land of nod” somewhere in the Bible.
He warned us. He pleaded with us to rest. In Isaiah 30, we’re told: “In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength, but you would have none of it.” It’s so true, I usually have none of it.
I’m going to change though. I promise. I’m going to work on our relationship. I’m going to be a new man with a new plan and a pillow.
Forever yours in slumber,