I love sleeping. No really, I am one of those individuals that can fall asleep anytime and any place. This week alone - Monday night after work I got home, sat down on my couch and fell asleep. Two weeks ago? I went to SoulCycle, got a trenta iced coffee from Starbucks, took a shower, and then fell asleep in my towel on the ground of my living room. Airplanes, trains, cars, you name it and I'm all about that sleep-life.
Whether you like to refer to this sleep-lust as a blessing or a curse, trust me, I can argue for both cases, it's an ability that I've always had.
While in the Pacific Northwest a few months ago, my brother and I stayed consistently on the go, seeing the sites, finding new coffee shops and restaurants to visit, scouting locations for photo shoots. There was one day, count it one day, that we actually had a few hours to sit and relax. Can you imagine what I did? Sat on the back deck, overlooking the farmland, and fell asleep. Goodnight world, Tommy is taking a nap.
My one hesitantion about taking naps? The term cat-nap does not exist in Tommy's vocabulary. If I am going to take a nap, you can bet your bottom dollar that I will be out for a good hour or two. That's just how it works.