Cat Naps

short story,, prose, its up to you. Me I just write the stuff.

Ride the Akashic ocean to the isle of Nirvana…hm, a catchy title, I’ll use it somewhere/sometime. Over the rainbow possibly. I’ll bring a biscuit for Toto. 

Opening scene, act one: 

The captain of the frigate wore ruby red boots…..

Nodding off, dozing, indulging in “cat naps”… a favored, hallowed pastime of the aged. Resting the eyes, recharging the old batteries, chasing and catching 40 winks. Sounds like a lot of inside, cerebral stuff. This ubiquitous, geriatric pastime assimilates more and more waking hours until more than half of senior’s life is nodded away. 

I wonder if at the approaching moment of death, an eight-ball of no-doze, LSD, and Red Bull might liven things up a bit. Ride a party pontoon down the river Styx. Well, at least it was all in the twenty minute dream I had while resting my eyes. I hope the cat doesn’t mind I nipped one of his naps…..

Author's Note

yeah, I gotta stop doing those eight-balls…. And for the aged, don’t forget to critique and comments.

Reviews

[FlatDaddy]

Well, I figure by now I've probably written more on the inside of my eyelids than I ever did on paper. Paper -- remember that? The stuff we use now to blow our noses and wipe our ... eyes? I figure I can make it through this though since I have clothespins on my eyelids, an ... >SNAP!< OH, SH >SNAP> danm, weel, i ws nvr to gd at tch typgn, so >SNNNNGGH!<
DF

[Arundass TP]

Beautifully written story. Loved the theme

[roarke]

Thank you. Sometimes you just have to fool around with words and cliches.

[FlatDaddy]

I had to come back and read this one again, Bill. It just reminds me so much of me, how could I resist? But it looks like I rounded the track and have yet to pass a single soul. Where the hell are the literati? Am I still asleep in my easy chair with the cat in my lap and my coffee as cold as it ever was? Well, at least I'm comfy. This piece is just too cozy.