okra: Always Time for a Nap

I was getting sleepy, sitting on the floor, propped up against the couch in our TV room. I had wrapped myself up in a sleeping bag that my mom had when she was a little girl, in the '50s. I used to sleep in it when I was a little girl, too, visiting my grandma; it always reminds me of her. It is made of a somewhat strange, yet endearing print. I snapped a quick shot before Mister cat decided to crawl under the blanket too, and we both took an afternoon nap.