Thursday, March 24, 2011

The Napping House

The Napping House was a favorite book of Henry's when he was little. I don't generally like naps, unless the weather is in Florida as it is right now. Warm sun and cool breeze. The perfect napping time is mid afternoon, around three. The windows need to be open and the wind flipping the curtains and clearing out the house of winter tightness. You need to lay on top of the bed, not in it. Across the bed in some angle you never can use in regular sleep makes it even more decadent. To fall asleep you have to read a magazine. A book will not do at all. A book implies commitment and a nap is fleeting. A magazine that is all pictures and fashion won't cut it either. Some Vanity Fair or O magazine or essay in Real Simple is what you want. A little bit of substance, but just a little bit. The glossy pages will fall from your hand and your eyes will gently close and the air will push over you and the busy and the to-do and the just one more thing all will turn into the napping house.

4 comments:

Stacy Barton said...

That literally made me sigh.

Bevdotcom said...

I loved to read the Napping House to grandchildren, hoping they would get the idea...often I did, they didn't...maybe the illustrations were too interesting.

Annie said...

Sounds perfect. And I agree, sleep on top of the covers at an angle.

Chub-Chub said...

I've never wanted a nap so badly! This might be the best paragraph I read all day.