Living on...

...naps. 

And if you thought love, you were wrong. 

Maybe some grace.

But mostly just naps.

These most often happen on my couch.

I don't want to leave my work station.

The first thing my eyes see: the ceiling fan. 

Blurry.

But it is there. 

Then I notice the stack of books.

Groan. 

The growing stack of books to complete my massive UM Theology paper.

Double groan.

Then there is that blue sky.

And bright shining sun.

With just a hint of breeze.

This when I consider no longer being a student.

Running away.

Living on...naps...and some grace,

BEAT