What is this strange nap of which you speak?

I had the remarkable privilege today of engaging in a nap.  Yes, the nap.  This hallowed activity, all but lost to productive citizens in this fair country.  Evidently, in other areas of the developed world, these supposed naps still exist en masse’.  But as far as this red blooded American is concerned, a nap is practically a device of a by-gone era.  But, having gotten past the shock of actually participating in this activity, I now believe I know why this lost art has gone the way of the dodo.  Simply put,  productive individuals are not equipped for two rounds of dreaming. 

It is bad enough to have to navigate the wiles of an early morning thought infusion.  We have created entire skill sets for dealing with this disruptive activity, such as  filling our mornings with mundane tasks meant to offset the newness and creativity which we ought be beholden to.  Brush the teeth, shave the face, brush the hair, eat the biscuit, read the paper, check the email, shine the shoes, change the laundry, all in all an excellent strategy.  By the time we have provided ourselves with an opportunity to reflect on the gift of dreams, all that is left is a hazy, what-the, but-how, i-thought, what-was-that, awwwww I don’t know.  But the Nap, the nap is sneaky.  Oh, sneaky indeed.  At 3:15 pm, there is nothing to do if you aren’t already doing it.  When one wakes from their 10, 15, 30, or heaven forbid 60+ minutes of ancient history, we are equipped to ponder.  No alarm to rile you from your thoughts, no wife mumbling “time to wake up”, no kids to dress and feed, just a glimpse of what is always available to you had you only the time to receive it.  A very profitable enterprise indeed, but I am not sure if I could tolerate napping  two days in a row, here it is 12:18am and I still haven’t begun to process the breadth of fresh wisdom.  If these naps became habit, I fear I might never sleep.