Nap

I remember being small.

Sunlight, tinted with amber,

filtered through leaves,

casting shadows on walls and ceilings.

This tiny version of me, transfixed upon a rippled stream of golden flecks and mirrors soothing me to sleep.

The rhythmic water-like waves urging me around the next corner

and the next, each a little darker and quieter, eyes heavier and progressively less certain of unblinking, sinking softly into sweet slumber.