Dear Naps

when i was a littler version of me, i never wanted you. i needed you, but i didn't want you.

i took you anyway.

then, when i was a teenager i went without you and without sleep as often as possible. but i was also being pumped full of pubic-testosterone and woodshop classes.

when i was nineteen, i would've never found myself saying, "i'm just going to stay in saturday and catch up on some sleep."

i wouldn't have respected me if i heard him say that.

"if i saw myself dressed like that, i'd have to kick my own ass" - happy gilmore - 1996

but now, naps, now things are different.

i don't know if it was the invention of the cell phone, or the stiffness of my bones that stopped me from jumping off buildings or rolling down cement staircases. but i know there are times i desperately need you, naps.

it could be like when i was a kid.

i need you bad. and every day that passes, i'm growing less and less ashamed of it.


so maybe sometime this weekend, you and i can catch up. we'll put on moon safari like the old days, and i'll have you, naps; i want to visit your land of nod, and taste you in my subconscious. aw naps, imma take you so hard i'll wind up sleeping the entire night.

and i'll regret it in the morning.

but i want you, naps. and i don't care what people say-- i'm going to have you.

bedroom-eyesly,
president wishnack