I can’t recall the last time I needed a nap after dinner.
It must have been when I was a kid in the nursery.
I remember teachers herding our skittish bunch onto mattresses
on the floor of the playroom for that very purpose.
Those who didn’t want to sleep had their faces pretend to be brushed
with a janitor’s broom, which was always greeted with squeals and laughter.
But eventually each of us would fall asleep, as I had just done.
Life truly does come full circle.