Naps know

Now this is new, but here it is, well, not that it's new much but rare and well, here it is anyway.
Not a cascade of clichés to drench one in, but not a shibboleth I much live by, that is, mom ami, that I had a momentary or rather an hour long lights out moment, that is to say a wee nap.
This was I think the first nap of the year, if we discount all those odd dozes that had come on account of jet lag some time prior, and I couldn't for the longest time understand what was going on.
One moment I was typing out a story, which by the way still stays unfinished and the other second my body felt dismantled, and an ache running from the toenails to the tips of my hair made itself felt.
An ache? It wasn't like the after effects of a splitting workout either, no sir, this was an ache all too familiar and never too welcome.
My head felt heavy in that foggy way and a while later I couldn't understand what the heck I was even writing.
Perhaps I should sit on the couch and type a bit more relaxed, and the moment I was in a semi reclining position my entire Qi felt like it was flowing out of my fingertips. Ah, it was relaxing in a way I'd never known and to shove the laptop aside and recline even further and amplifying the relaxation by wrapping a thin duvet about my person was for me the work of moments and soon my eyelids made dark while my head made dreams.
I'd never realized the afternoon sounds that lived around me, and that state of easeful stupor aggrandised those every sounds into a soft orchestra of life to which I calmly slept.
It wasn't merely delicious, it was welcoming and I woke up feeling renewed even if a little sore with cramps and now nurse a small cup of sweet coffee because I know how I need to feel drenched in a bit of sweet albeit light caffeine.
Naps, I mean I never usually find them convenient, nor do I have too many of them, but sometimes your body doesn't need your approval when it wants to rest.