May 12, 2010 18:53
Sitting in work I took a nap, crossing my arms on the desk and balancing the bridge of my nose precariously on my wrist. The arm I'm not directly leaning on is begging, begging to be scratched but I'm having a nap and I'm determined. And the phone is ringing, and voices are calling out, but they can wait; I'm having a nap. And soon customers are yelling and friends are goading and ex's are smiling and friendly faces are sneering softly, but I'm having a goddamn nap.