I nap, a lot. I go to sleep late whenever overwhelmed by work or by myself. So if I got tired in the day, I would crawl into my bed, curl up and sleep like a baby.

Almost everyday, I have about one hour of free time during the daytime. That’s when I head to my relatively comfortable bed for some paralysis.
My name is (beep for anonymity), and all I want is a good day’s sleep.
What’s so good about sleeping in the day?
I have dreams where I remember everything. It’s more of a conscious experience than senseless resting. Unlike a lucid dream, I don’t know that I’m dreaming.
It’s amazing how sometimes, I’m truly alive when I’m unconscious. The dreams are beautiful.
However, it’s a nightmare trying to wake up from them. As a puppet under the strings of the educational system, I’m always on a clock. Beep, beep, time to be fed. Beep, beep, fetch that bone.
So I choose to go to sleep. Am I avoiding things?
My name is (beep for anonymity), and all I want is a good day’s sleep.
Should I be done with day-sleeping? It feels like more hurt than help. Maybe I should discard my hobby.
But I know I’m not going to change. Maybe I’ll stop napping when I turn vegan. See you in ten years.
But for now, beep, beep.