Nap Time

 

Student Essay by Emma Hutchins

    Do you remember when we actually used to hate naps? In the quiet room lay a restless child, daydreaming of the day when no naps exist. Every afternoon I found myself in the drafty napping quarters, my napping buddy, Eliane, shifting around by my side. We both eagerly anticipated getting out of bed, curiously thinking about what fun activities transpired outside the bedroom door. Fifteen minutes seemed like hours and the blanket started to feel itchy and irritating the more we lay there. When we couldn’t bear the sensation a second longer, we jumped, told stories, hid, and spied out the door; acting mischievous instead of resting our eyes. Once we bored ourselves of the mediocre entertainment, we figured our release from prison was overdue and the time had come to execute our plan.  Like two theatrical performers, we put on our drowsiest expressions; convincing yawns with blurry eyes and slurred words. Tumbling out the bedroom door, leaning against the wall for support, we, one at a time, came out into the living room. Vigorously rubbing at our eyes, we said in our most irresistible, pitiful voices, “Can I get up now? I’ve slept for hours!” Though we used to hate naps, now we covet them. I seriously doubt my younger self would actually believe me if I told her I truly enjoyed a good nap.