He takes an afternoon nap
on clean sheets and pillowcases,
a celestial escape
The fresh smell
of laundered bedding
is where he lay,
an ordinary joy,
a priceless comfort
A middle-aged
somnolent angel
with pains and aches
giving his tired wings
a break
So peaceful
is his noonday nap
just sinking into
nothingness
on a mattress
feathered in clouds
He wonders nothing,
his worries don’t exist,
just comfort he seeks
just calm and rest
he takes.
©️mft
photo by Alice Tulin
Crow On The Wire 
Ahhh ‘Somnolent Angel’ – how beautiful, you make me want to take a siesta!
one of life’s joys. 😴
It is! Nothing like taking a nap on a hot day, in a cool room, on freshly washed sheets!
That’s right. 😴😴
And you wrote beautifully about it!
thanks
Lucky you to get a restful sleep happy dreams!
Yes, I am.
So soothing.
thank you, Jaya
Welcome
Beautifully written. Loved it!
Such a wonderful post! I can smell the fresh linen even now! You’re making me sleepy! LOL! Bravo, Mark, Bravo!
Then I’ve done my job. 😴😴
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come share the joy of clean sheets and pillowcases in Mark’s – CLEAN SHEETS
Thanks RP
Written well, Mark! …I know the feeling. And it is not only in the Afternoons. Any time is Siesta time for me now, (the Rights of a Senior Citizen, Haha). 🙂
I second that. Happy Siesta. 😴😴
🙂
Indeed a current battle as I’m under the sheets reading this as we speak, feeling too lazy to move. Love it!☺️
That’s the place. 😴😴
Lol! It surely was😉
Exactly. Well done
😂
Thank you! 🙂