The Perfect Nap

I crawl out of the old window in my sister’s room

And onto the roof over looking the porch

The gray shingles soaking up the sun

Fell hot on my hands and knees

I lay in the crevice of the roof

Letting the warmth envelop me

The wispy white clouds above

Give me shelter from the sun

And the green heads of trees

Are dancing in the breeze

The air is ringing with sounds

The highway traffic zipping past

The neighbor’s dog chasing a stray rabbit

Kids playing games in the yard

And the thud of Dad’s hammer on the other roof above

I couldn’t think of a better place to be

I think to myself

As I close my eyes and sleep.