Three Things: The Nap Edition

I’ve never been the sort of person who naps easily. My body, once awake for the day, tends to stay awake, and my brain usually won’t shut up long enough for a cat nap to get a word in edgewise. Wren, on the other hand, does not have this problem. She has the envious ability to fall asleep anywhere, anytime. At the drop of a hat. (You think I’m exaggerating, but I’m not.)

Jealous, you ask? Yes, yes, I think sometimes I am. There have been a handful of times when I was exhausted enough to fall asleep during the day: enough to learn that a twenty minute (Sixty minute? Two hour?) wink on a Sunday afternoon is one of life’s greatest pleasures. Here are three characters who agree, either willingly or in spite of themselves.

Johannes Vermeer, A Maid Asleep, 1656–57. Oil on canvas. Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.

Robert Anderson, Jamie Sleeping, 2009. Oil on board. robandersonpainting.com

Carolus Duran (Charles Auguste Émile Durand), L’Homme endormi, 1861. Oil on canvas. Musée de Beaux-Arts de Lille.