I've always had a problem about taking a nap during the day. It made me feel guilty...I'm supposed to be up and doing things, not passed out on the couch, wasting time.
Someone once told me, "Oh, a nap is never a waste of time!" but I still can't shake that feeling, and it's difficult to drift off to sleep when your overactive mind is racing faster than the speed of sound. Hell, I'm lucky I can sleep at night, never mind during the day.
"I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!" is what my brain transmits to my guilt-ridden reclining body, totally opposite of the supremely unconscious cat pictured here. Oh, to be able to sleep like a cat...! Not 18 hours a day, but their ability to sleep always amazed me.
I never had a problem taking a nap on the NY subway (back in the day before it became a combo dining-car-disco-pigsty-on-wheels) and people actually read books and newspapers and behaved like civilized human beings. I hated when I fell asleep on other people's shoulders, though. And there's always the lovely possibility that you might drool which would keep me awake for sure these days.
One night on my way home from work, I fell into such a deep sleep, I completely missed my stop and the train conductor had to wake me to say it was the last stop!
But now that I can nod off whenever I want to? FUGHEDDABOWDIT! Sleep has become my own personal Holy Grail, the elusive butterfly and the 'impossible dream' except, of course, when I AM sleeping but dreaming that I am awake, TRYING to fall asleep.
How's that for convoluted dreaming...?
Phew...think I'll take a nap now.
