Popped like a Bubble

The need to answer some work-related emails kept nagging me as I settled down to take a Saturday afternoon nap. 

But it popped like a bubble on the corner of my clean, white pillow, as I rolled over–turning my back on the tyranny of the urgent. The pillow seemed deeper, softer, more inviting. And that nap was like the naps of childhood after baking in the sun and swimming hard all day–long and hard and refreshing.This is my day of serenity, and like Seinfeld’s Kramer, “I am lovin’ it!”

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