My friend calls them ‘pensioners’ naps’,
these easy midday siestas I indulge in now
and then – he claims they are necessary
to maintain a benign view of the World.
Ok, it may be true but I’ll bet he’s never
been wakened in the middle of one by a
mobile phone playing random tunes.
This time it was ‘All About Soul’, not too
bad a choice I might digress. Of course the
damn phone doesn’t have a sense of humour
or other excuse as a character reference –
possessed by demons as near as I’d guess.
Sure, I’ll send it back. There has to be a rational
explanation – which is kind of weird, I mean,
I’m admitting I like its quirky idiosyncrasy.
Not many people can say their phone
is possessed, or possibly blessed with
waking one gently.
© 17 January 2008, I. D. Carswell