Dreaming in the afternoon

Napping is a guilty pleasure of mine.  If I were to place it on a list of guilty pleasures it would fall right between chocolate covered strawberries and Gilbert's late night milkshakes.  I always used to poke fun at a friend of mine for napping.  I thought it was a waste of time.  I still do.  But the temptation is just too much!  After my 8am class I look forward to sliding back into bed, under the sheets, hiding from the world.  Morning naps are always best and I feel less guilty about wasting that time because I figure that if I didn't have that 8am class I would be sleeping anyway.  But there is no justification for an afternoon nap.  Plenty of people would say there is, but I tend to think my time could be better spent reading, writing, going for a jog, catching up with people (If you laughed at "going for a jog," you are getting to know me quite well).  There are only certain days where a nap is acceptable.  The first would be days where I am feeling a little under the weather.  The second would be if I stayed up really late the night before doing work.  And the third would be if it rains all day.  Yes, I know the third reason seems like a cop out.  Yet, there is something soothing and sleepy about the day when the window glistens with rain drops and the air is heavy.  The sky takes on a dark gradient, almost pulling down the window shade for you, saying go ahead, stay nice and warm under the covers and come outside when the sun returns.