Napper / by Michael Arthur

Our boy likes to sleep. It's the peaceful time when his brain gets to work building itself. He likes to sleep.  But he doesn't like going to sleep. He wakes with a smile, for the most part, but he goes down swinging. He's contrasting moods wrapped in flesh, some joyful, some tortured, and the borders between are thin and difficult to navigate. A dazzling smile can become a frown--and, like a good magician, he never reveals how it happens.  Our boy likes to sleep.

Our boy likes to sleep. It's the peaceful time when his brain gets to work building itself. He likes to sleep.

But he doesn't like going to sleep. He wakes with a smile, for the most part, but he goes down swinging. He's contrasting moods wrapped in flesh, some joyful, some tortured, and the borders between are thin and difficult to navigate. A dazzling smile can become a frown--and, like a good magician, he never reveals how it happens.

Our boy likes to sleep.