I found the exact spot I needed for taking my nap. “Taking my nap”–as though someone else had it–as if I needed to yank it from someone. Or worse, steal it back.
And when I took my nap, which is and always be rightfully mine, I ended up dreaming that I stole kisses. The kisses are rightfully mine too. After all, it’s only a dream. Which even if they weren’t, are worth stealing. I went to jail for my doings–in my dream that is. But I gladly accepted my sentence: death by lethal injection. As the plunger of the syringe moved toward the needle, before I could feel anything go into my arms, I woke up. My heart was beating in my chest like a wild animal. I was delirious with relief. Hush up, you old rodent, I scolded my heart before getting up and putting all my naps and kisses back where I’d last found them.