Sorry, I Was Napping

This book is a love letter to the nap you weren't supposed to take.

To the extra five minutes that turned into thirty.
To the emails left unanswered, the dishes left soaking,
the alarms snoozed into oblivion.

It's for the weary souls, the dreamers, the avoiders—
the ones who retreat into sleep not out of laziness,
but out of necessity, defiance, or delight.
Because sometimes, doing nothing is everything.
Sometimes, rest is the most radical thing you can do.

These poems wander through the soft spaces between waking and sleeping.
They're about dreams that make no sense, beds that feel like planets,
and the quiet magic of shutting out the world for a while.
You'll find humor, nostalgia, resistance, and maybe a little drool.

This isn't a guide to productivity.
It's an invitation to pause.
To close your eyes.
To take up space in your own softness.

So if you're reading this under a blanket, halfway awake,
or pretending to be asleep to avoid small talk—
welcome.
You belong here.
No rush, no pressure.
Just rest.