It’s fairly well established that I enjoy my sleep, which is really a bit ironic since there are times when I’m so wired that sleep’s an impossibility. Most of the time, though, I crave my snoozes.
A seriously solid night’s sleep – the kind that lasts more than eight hours, without crazy dreams or nightmares, preferably with my head firmly planted on my pillow – is heavenly. Those are the days I actually wake up feeling refreshed. Not singing sweetly as birds dress me for the day kind of refreshed, but like I’ve actually slept soundly. It’s pretty fantastic.
And a good nap? Oh, I love a good nap. Curling up under a throw on a Sunday afternoon? Snuggling into the couch to snooze for an hour or so? It’s decadent and restorative, all at the same time.
But the absolute best rest comes from sweet sleepy dog afternoons, when one of our fur babies curls up behind my legs, resting her head gently in the crook of my knee while she snoozes away. There’s just something about sharing that space with them that feels…magical.
My post as part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.