I gave in to a nap yesterday. The first 10 minutes were full of guilt and the only thing I could think of was: “This is a terrible idea”. Then my mind went numb, either because it couldn’t handle the excess of guilt, or because it realized how great it felt.

You see, taking a nap may sound like an innocent treat to many of you. One of those little prizes you give yourself, the same way you give cookies to your pet when it does something right. To me, they are a gate to my inner daemons, a punishment, a failure.

Waking up from a nap lets in a different daemon every time. Some of them are grumpy as fuck, while others seem to have smoked ridiculous amounts of weed - for a daemon, of course. What really characterizes these daemons, tho, is that they all walk into my body with a small gift box. Some of the boxes are bigger than others, which says a lot about the gratitude the daemon has towards me for letting the door to my body ajar.

You are probably thinking that the most grateful daemons are those bringing bigger boxes or that size shouldn’t matter at all. I hate you for that. You are not only forgetting that these are daemons that I am describing, you are also forgetting that the devil is, indeed, in the details. If you could, like I do, take a closer look to these boxes, you will soon notice they all come with a tag that reads: “Intense Insomnia”.