Pre-resting

I remember putting myself to bed for a nap when I was six, because first grade was starting soon. Staring at the daylit ceiling tiles with their brown dots, I felt ancient. Weary, wary, and wise.

At 47, I find myself doing the same thing prior to taking a Microsoft job. The urge to sleep, to watch the sky, to let my unconscious mumble and rest up, is overwhelming.