I knew I shouldn’t have taken that nap. It was wonderful. My bones became dense and heavy as my muscles turned to stone. I was clay. I knew if I could move if I wanted, but the bed and covers trapped me deeper in the gravity well I had fallen into. Eventually, I got up. I didn’t feel that groggy haze with uncommunicative muscles, as a matter of fact the small glass of water I had made the nap feel restorative. It filled my veins with a refreshing coolness that let my skin’s pores breathe. The problem is, I work tomorrow morning and it’s only a few hours until bedtime.