NAP PASSION

When it comes upon me —
not just some sleepiness
but a passionate desire
to take a nap
I can’t resist a bed and pillow.
I heave myself
into a horizontal mode
where I become consumed
with losing consciousness.
It happens fast.

It didn’t used to be this way
and I’m surprised to find it so today.

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