a heart with a twist of lemon

naptime. it's taught to babies. despised by toddlers. forgotten in grade school. rediscovered in college. and hard to come by in the adult world.

but i have found my time. it happens every time i don't take the express bus home. when i take the 17 from downtown through uptown to st louis park, i have a good 40 minutes to sleep. sure there are risks involved. but that's what makes naptime so exciting. i could miss my stop and ride the bus all the way back downtown. but i'm always an optimist. and if i nap that long, it means i must really need the sleep. makes the bus really earn that bus fare. there is also the risk that i may wake up next to a large sweaty person who reeks of too much fragrance. but at least i spent part of my time next them asleep. you don't notice those things when you're sleeping. although sometimes they sneak into your dreams. sneak just like Sneak King on the new BK xbox game. this always happens to me come morning. the alarm goes off, and it just becomes some obnoxious buzzing music in my dreams.

i wake up only a couple blocks from my stop. rub my eyes and snap out of my hazy stupor. just in time to pull the stop request line. la la land is waiting for me at home, in the comfort of my own bed.

goodnight. sleep tight. don't let the bed bugs bite.