I used the prompt
In a previous life I must have been a cat.
I can ALWAYS sleep during the day
but rarely allow myself to -
unless I'm not well.
The intended 5 minutes 'power nap'
turns into an hour which could easily
turn into another hour which then......
and then the whole afternoon is gone.
Such a waste of time.
But on those rare occasions when I succumb to
a siesta I creep upstairs to the day bed in the loft.
It's lovely and quiet up there, I can just hear the
birds singing. No one knows I'm there,
except maybe darling Rosie Mae,
who snuggles up with me
(it's the only bed she's allowed on)
and we snooze together.
She dreams of chasing rabbits, while
I have strange, convoluted, complicated dreams,
which is why I chose that background for my journal spread.
And I wake up really grumpy.