From here to zzzzzz

Somewhere between reading a book and feeling fuzzy sunshine streaming through the window, I ended up napping.

What? One would rasp! Me and nap? How bloody rare.
Dip in these archives and chances are you'd come across some posts most uncommon about napping and as exceptionally unique those occurrences are they do tend to happen, almost twice a year; that this one happened so early on is astonishing.
I mean here I was chasing through a murder most bewildering, scribbled in fast paced writing and all of a sudden, the words began to dance, turning into serpentine designs of squiggly constitution and to the sounds of chirping birds I felt my eyelids close their shutters.

Could be the weather to blame. Perhaps, I don't say with certainty, but all I did was snuggle under a thick blanket and let myself get washed over.

Nap being a rather blanket term for my almost two hour deep sleep, accentuated by a purring cat who took to my sleeping form like autobahn, travelling over blanket covered lumps and bumps until he hit a warm hollow, in which he then buried himself, and thusly with our body heats combined, we formed an alchemy of such deep sleep that would rival any good night slumber.

I was woken up by a sudden feeling of darkness, and I wasn't wrong for sun had long set, afternoon long gone, and the house was now covered in wreaths of silent shadows.

Yikes, I over napped. Lights on, the house coming on my nerves like a depressing smoke, it took me a good long time to collect myself and step out of that sinking feeling that usually comes about with afternoon naps that extend into evening times.

Guilty? Yes. I had work which is pending.
There were many a things to do, and well, they're still exactly where I left them.

Ah well..naps I tell you.