~Holling, Northern Exposure
An example? A few days ago midway through my post-work nap and just before my pre-bedtime nap there was a knock upon my door. Mechanically not intentionally I answered it. There stood Dudly, the most adorable raspy-voiced first grader, all by himself and catching me still very much asleep, "Can I visit?" he smiled.
"Um, yeah but you have to be very quiet because I'm sleeping." I croak (not the most hospitable welcome but I plead 'incoherent'). It was freezing out so he stomped in kicking snow, peeled off his outer layer and pattered past me into the living room. "Can I color?" He wasted no time strategically selecting a quiet activity.
"Sure." I mumbled remembering Mike (Quyana Mike) had just sent a paint by number kit. "Or you can paint?" I yawned.
"Yeah, I wanna paint!" He smiled. I poured a dish of water, again reminded him to be very quiet, and snuggled back into the warm couch as he began is masterpiece on the kitchen floor. From best I can figure what was about 45 minutes to an hour later I woke up. Vaguely recalling Dudly coming to visit, and groggily thinking it was a dream, I moved just enough to confirm. Nope, not a dream but instead in full living color, sprawled out on the kitchen floor and snoring away in his own right was Dudly fast asleep in his half painted watercolor monet. Moral of the story? I'm not the only one going into hibernation mode up here.
"If you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down,
your sleep will be sweet."