Waking up at 3pm, nap attack station.
How did I get here, where am I? This place is so familiar.
Why do I keep coming back here. What is that calm void feeling in the top side of my brain that makes me feel so rested and yet wanting more rest.
Where is the barrier to entry back into the realm of alertness, if I could only pass through.
My naps involve REM. I've been out for at least 2 bouts of one and a half hours, with a slight groggy roll-over intermission, much like a failed attempted car start, the one that happens before you get your alternator or battery replaced.
Here comes a call. Got to talk to crazy people.
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